Hey, Bobby
Why are you standing in the shadows?
Come over by the fire
I want to have a drink with you

This is our house now
So let´s act like we belong here
Considering some of those who´ve lived here
Maybe we do

I got some Michter´s Irish whiskey
From Mr. George Preston Marshall
The man who´s owned the Redskins
Since the days of old
And he runs them like a plantation
Like a plantation, Jack?
Like a plantation, Bob
For never has a black man
Worn the burgundy and gold
Does he know it´s the capital of the country, Jack?
Does he know that it´s 1961?
Does he know that the Redskins

Need a halfback, Bobby Boy
Who can run?

There´s a man to see you in the office, Jack
Bob, I´m going home, I´ve had a rotten day
You are home, Jack
Hmmm
Well, I still don´t want to see him
I think you should see him anyway
It´s about Cuba, Jack
The Russians are pouring in
And it´s 90 miles away

This man has a plan to overthrow the government there
With a very small expeditionary force
They´ll land on the beaches in the dead of night
So no one will be at the beach

Right, Bob?
That´s right, Jack

The people will join them
They´ll march on Havana
And our planes will fly support
Ah but they won´t, Bob
We´ll have nothing to do with this
But wait
Wait a minute, Bobby Boy

There´s a woman there in Cuba
Whom I love
Oh no, Jack
Not in a bad way, but a good way
Do you know any Cuban music, Bob?
Does I Love Lucy count?
Of course it does

But the one whom I love is
Celia Cruz

Celia Cruz, Celia Cruz
The greatest singer in the world today
If she´s there and wants to get away
Then bring her here to the USA

I´ll see the man with the plan
And I´ll be the first to shake him by the hand
And I´ll be the first to give him the news
We´re gonna save Celia Cruz
Celia Cruz, Celia Cruz
Celia Cruz, Celia Cruz
Sing along, Bobby
Celia Cruz, Celia Cruz

Sing harmony, Bob

I always sing harmony, Jack
I know you do

I´m excited Bob
It´s just like the Rough Riders
You excited?
Dad was right about you, Bobby
Big office, isn´t it, Bobby?
Long hallway