Tekster: Drag On. April Sun In Cuba.

I'm tired of the city life,

Summer's on the run,

People tell me I should stay

But I got to get my fun

So don't try to hold me back

There ain't nothing you can say

Snake eyes on a pair of dice

And we got to go today.



Chorus



Take me to the April Sun in Cuba, oh, oh, oh,

Take me where the April sun gonna treat me

So right, so right, so right.



I can almost smell the perfumed nights

And see the starry sky

I wish you comin' with me baby

'Cause right before my eye

See

Castro in the alley way


Talkin' 'bout missile love

Talkin' 'bout J.F.K.

And the way he shook him up.



Chorus



I'm tired of the city life

Summer's on the run

Birds in the winter sky

Are headin' for the sun

Oh, we can stick it out

In this cold and grey

Snake eyes on a pair of dice

And we got to go today, yeah.



Chorus



Take me to the April sun,

C'mon take me, take me to the April sun,

C'mon, c'mon take me, take me to the April sun.