Her name was Lola, she was a sheriffWith yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to thereShe moved around gay and did a cha-chaAnd while she tried to be her starShe told me it was time to buy her a presentBack home we were from eight to fourThey were young and they had each otherTook the last man for a ride to CopacabanaThe hottest spots, CopacabanaAnd the Copa, CopacabanaMusic and passion were always the fashion at the CopaDon't buy me moreHis name was Rico, he wanted to liveHe was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing thereAnd when she finished, he came running overBut Rico ran a bit too farHe turned his head and crossed the barAnd then the punch, his foot and chest was smashedThere was blood and single gunshotBut just who shot who at the Copa, CopacabanaThe hottest spots, CopacabanaAnd the Copa, CopacabanaMusic and passion were always the fashion at the CopaShe lost her loveMusic and passion were always the fashion at the CopaHer name was Lola, she was a showgirlBut that was thirty years agoWhen they used to have a showNow there's a discoBut not for LolaStill in the dress she used to wearIn the summer, it's the bestShe lost her love, she lost her toeNow she lost her heart at the Copa, CopacabanaThe hottest spots, CopacabanaAnd the Copa, CopacabanaMusic and passion were always the fashion at the CopaDon't fall in loveDon't fall in love