Oh, have you ever been down to HaitiWhen the summer sun is sinking lowThere's nothing but romance just everywhere you glanceAnd the native hearts are all aglowBut when the Cuban queen comes upon the sceneThey stare like a statue with a stoneAnd when they realize what's before their eyesThe other girls are left all aloneDown in the Caribbean, it's not a dream you seeWhen you get against the lady with the charmBut for miles away, well, you can see her swayTo the beat of the Cuban conga line that fawnsUp in a tree so high, away up in the skyThere sits a wide-eyed monkey on a limbHe wonders why the people go to so much troubleJust to try and be like himHe doesn't understand that it's a lieIt's a lady's hand that makes the heart feel so sublimeBut before too long, he starts to sing their songAnd then he gets in the conga lineDown in the Caribbean, it's not a dream you seeWhen you get against the lady with the charmBut for miles away, well, you can see her swayTo the beat of the Cuban conga line that fawnsTo the beat of the Cuban conga line that fawnsColumbus searched for spicesBut he missed the nicest part of the CaribbeanHe didn't see the charms and the open armsIt was the gold that he was seeingOh, but I'm glad he missed the sweetest thing I've kissedCause we're on our honeymoonAnd I'm so sorry, Chris, to talk to you like thisTalk about you like thisBut you were 500 years too soonDown in the Caribbean, it's not a dream you seeWhen you get against the lady with the charmBut for miles away, well, you can see her swayTo the beat of the Cuban conga line that fawns