Songtext von Sugar Island

Sugar island Cuba You lay there just for fun With all your colours and your pelts A treasure in the sun Dabadabadabada Dabadabadabada Castro makes the poor man rich And rings the rich man's nell He makes the island grey and pale I wish he were in hell Dabadabadabada Dabadabadabada Sugar island Cuba You are no more for sale This Castro makes the poor man rich He makes the flowers pale Dabadabadabada Dabadabadabada