Tropicana Songtext
von Chuck E. Weiss

(A one, two, three)

I was driving down the boulevard
And I happened to hear Louis on the card
I looked on the back, said Westmore Place
I stopped my car and got out just straight

To the Tropicana
It was the Tropicana
Not the Copacabana
It was the Tropicana
It was the Tropicana
If you know what I mean

Well, first you hang left, then you hang right
Then you drive on down the street all your might

Tropicana
That′s the only place I know
Where you can take my baby
No get out, no get out


Well, there's this little house where they fried me to death
Knocked on my door and left in a wreck
I got a thing on the door, it′s called little Jane
I don't know what to do 'cause I always lose my change

Tropicana
You know what I got
It′s really hot

Now you might call me a bad looking man
′Cause I happen to be playing in a rock and roll band

Tropicana
That's where I got my head card
I ain′t gonna lose it now
It's gonna be real fun, real fun

Screaming mammas and credit cards
And watch sports cars and little cigars

Tropicana
Only place to go
I′m talking about that place
Where we can rock and roll, rock and roll