\selectlanguage{english} \songcolumns{2} \beginsong{Copacabana} [by={Barry Manilow}] \gtab{Fm7}{1X111X} \gtab{B&7}{1:002020} \gtab{E&maj7}{3:X32003} \gtab{Am7/5-}{4:1X110X} \gtab{D7}{XX0212} \gtab{Gm7}{3:0X000X} \gtab{Cm}{3:002210} \gtab{Gm}{3:022000} \begin{verse} Her name is \[Fm7]Lola \[B&7] She was a \[E&maj7]showgirl With yellow \[Am7-5]feathers in her \[D7]hair And a \[Gm7]dress cut down to there She would merengue And do the cha-cha And while she tried to be a star Tony always tended bar Across the \[Cm]cro\[D7]wded \[Gm]floor They worked from \[Cm]eight \[D7]til \[Gm]four They were \[Cm]young and they had each \[D7]other Who could \[Gm7]ask \[Gbm7]for \[Fm7]more \end{verse} \begin{chorus} At the \[Fm7]Copa,\[Bb7] Copac\[Ebmaj7]abana The \[Fm7]hottest \[Bb7]spot north of \[Ebmaj7]Havana (,here) \[C7]At the \[Fm7]Copa,\[Bb7] Copac\[Gm7]aban\[C7]A \[Fm7]Music and p\[Bb7]assion were \[Gm7]always in f\[C7]ashion at the \[Fm7]Copa \[D7] {eoc} They fell in \[Gm7]love... \[Gm7] \[F#m7] \[Fm7] \[Fm7] \[F#m7] \[Gm7] \[Gm7] \[F#m7] \[Fm7] \[F#m7] \[Gm7] \end{chorus} \begin{verse} His name was Rico He wore a diamond He was escorted to his chair He saw Lola dancing there And when she finished He called her over But Rico went a bit too far Tony sailed across the bar And then the punches flew And chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single gunshot But just who shot who? \end{verse} \begin{chorus} At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana (,here) At the Copa, CopacabanA Music and passion were always in fashion at the Copa She lost her love... \end{chorus} \begin{bridge} \[Gm9]Copa cop\[Abm9]..A...\[Am9]ca...\[Bbm9]bana \[Bbm9]Cop..\[Bm9].A...\[Cm9]ca...\[C#m9]bana \[C#m9]Mu...\[Cm9]sic \[Bm9]and \[Bbm9]passion \[Bbm9]Al...\[Am9]ways \[Abm9]in \[Gm9]fash...\[F#m9]ion \[Gm9] \[Gm9] \[F#m9] \[Fm9] \[Fm9] \[F#m9] \[Gm9] \[Gm9] \[F#m9] \[Fm9] \[F#m9] \[Gm9] \end{bridge} \begin{verse} Her name is Lola She was a showgirl But that was thirty years ago When they used to have a show Now it's a disco But not for Lola Still in the dress she used to wear Faded feathers in her hair She sits there so refined And drinks herself half-blind She lost her youth and she lost her Tony and she's lost her mind \end{verse} \endsong