The Cuban Rock Lyrics

Hey JFKOh, what a terrible dreamWhat a ghastly affairI saw my old friend JackHe was sitting in my chairHe got the better of meHe got the better of meHe was laughing his head offHe listened to a yankee tuneHe was drinking all my vodkaSaid he put a man on the moonShould I trembleShould I go weakShould I salute himOr should I just kiss his feetno no no no no no noIt?s getting near ChristmasAnd all that hoo-haPerhaps I?ll send himA Havanna cigarA missile or twoJust for good luckAnd we?ll bring in the New YearWith more bang for his buckHey JFKWe?re sending missilesWith postage paidAnd other thingsThat go tick tockAll goes to makeThe Cuban RockHe?s no medals on his chestSo why should I be impressedJust cause he?s prettier than meIf it were just a beauty showMarilyn would have had a goAnd he?d still be on his father?s kneeHe?s just out of kindergartenWhy he?s barely startingTo learn the tricks of the tradeSo tell me why should I be afraidCan?t you see he doesn?t bother meWe can destroy him whenever we pleaseHey JFKJust ninety milesAs the crow fliesThe Russians are dancingRight around the clockTo a little thingCalled the Cuban RockHey JFKHey JFKHey JFK