Oye El Consejo

The fault is not your dad's
It's your mom's

What strange hair you have
What a colorful face

With your father being white
You turned out dark-skinned

You're passing as white
And where is your grandmother?

You run the hot comb through your hair
And all for nothing, for nothing

Don't get more perms
Or you'll end up bald

Don't put more lye
Or you'll end up with no hair

I always saw you with a comb
And your little part stretched
Hey! Last night I saw you without a hairpin
With your hair all messed up

You spend the day wandering
All over the neighborhood

To Havana, to Havana
Chorus: To Havana, to Havana

Who doesn't enjoy, who doesn't dance
Gentleman in Havana?

And the tasty music
To have fun in Havana

There's no music more beautiful in the world
Than Cuban music

Come and dance deliciously
Darling, there in Tropicana

Last night I saw you dancing
Gentleman in Havana

To Havana, to Havana

Let's all go admire
The Cathedral of Havana

Let's enjoy, gentlemen
Everyone in Havana

If you want to die of laughter
Tease Faustino Oramas

The most witty man
I've met in Havana