Pick it, Chester, pick it, Chester
Well, have you ever been
Down to Haiti when
When that summer sun
Was sinking low?
There's nothing but romance
Just everywhere you glance
And the native hearts
They're all aglow
And when that tropic queen
Comes upon the scene
They all stare like a statue
At the stone
And when they realize
What's before their eyes
Then the other girls
Are left all alone
Sing it, children
Down in the Caribbean
It's not a dream you're seeing
When you get a glimpse
Of the lady with the charm
But from miles away
You can see her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga
Line that forms
Back up
I'm gonna pick some Cuban
Aha
Up in a tree so high
Way up in the sky
Sits a wide eyed monkey
On a limb
On a limb
He wonders why the people
Go to so much trouble
Trying hard to just look like him
Well, he don't understand
That it's a lady's hand
That makes a little heart
Feel so sublime
But before too long
He starts singing the song
And then that monkey gets
In the Conga line
Down in the Caribbean
It's not a dream you're seeing
When you get a glimpse
Of the lady with the charm
But from miles away
You can see her sway
Her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga
Line that forms
Down in the Caribbean
It's not a dream you're seeing
When you get a glimpse
Of the lady with the charm
But from miles away
You can see her sway
To the beat of the Cuban Conga
Line that forms