Skid Row in Buffalo

It’s snowing in Havana, and I’m stuck in Buffalo,

Without a nickel to my name,

And my pants are falling down because I can’t afford a belt

Of rum, or even a banana,

I used to smoke cigars, drive big old fifties cars, sing rumbas in topless bars, 

But now I’m on skid row, and there’s no skid row like Buffalo.

I want to go back to Havana, even though it’s snowing, nasty winds blowing,

I want to go back and sing a rumba

’Cause you can’t sing a rumba on skid row in Buffalo,

No you can’t sing a rumba on skid row in Buffalo.

It’s snowing down in Rio and I’m stuck in Buffalo,

It’s one-ten in the shade,

And my throat is parched and I can’t afford a lemonade,

Or legal aid or even a pot to piss in;

Oh, I used to date the girl from Ipanema, eat feijoada, sing sambas in topless bars,

But now I’m on skid row and there’s no skid row like Buffalo.

I want to go back to Rio, even if it’s snowing, ill winds blowing,

I want to go back and sing a samba,

‘Cause you can’t sing a samba on skid row in Buffalo,

No you can’t sing a samba on skid row in Buffalo.

I’d rather be in Chicago, where I can sing the blues,

I’d rather be in Italy where I can sing “Volare,”

I’d rather be in Paris where I can sing “La Vie en Rose,”

But I’m stuck up here in Buffalo and I can’t even blow my nose.

I want to go back to Havana, I want to sing a rumba,

I want to go back to Rio, I want to sing a samba,

But what can I sing in Buffalo?

Tell me, what can I sing on skid row in Buffalo?

What can I sing on skid row in Buffalo?