I got this silly idea with Tony and Angela while listening to Barry Manilow.
Her name was Angie, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair and a 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 crowded floor.
They worked from 8 til 4, they were young and they had each other who could ask for more?
At the Copa, Copacabana; the hottest spot north of Havana.
Here at the Copa; Copacabana.
Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa.
They fell in love; boy, did they ever fall in love. They saw each other across a crowded room; it had been a very enchanted evening.
His name was Geoffrey, he gave her diamonds;
He was a pest in every way, even ruined Christmas day
Then the final straw; was his proposal;
Geoffrey went a bit too far,
Tony sailed across the bar.
Then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in two.
Angie screamed, trying to get them to stop; but they ignored her.
There was blood and a single gunshot, but just who shot who? Didn't matter really, they were both dead as doornails. How that happened with just one gunshot no one ever figured out. Poor Angie didn't have her bartender or her sugar daddy. Now who was going to supply her with alcohol, diamonds and most importantly, sex? A girl has to have some way to procure the necessities in life.
Yeah, she buried Tony, tried to make herself look all broken up about it, but her passion for him died long before he did, she'd been faking it for a while.
Good looking bartenders were a dime a dozen; but where was she going to find someone to shower her with diamonds?
Oh, Geoffrey; poor, poor Geoffrey. She was far more upset over Geoffrey, but she had to bury him too; it wasn't like any more diamonds were going to fall off of him no matter how hard she shook him down. Although she did find a nice stash of diamonds under his mattress when she went to...obtain certain pieces of her wardrobe she didn't want the police to find.
Her name is Angie, she was a showgirl.
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show. Not having a show anymore didn't stop Angie, every once in a while she'd still get up and perform, whether the patrons wanted her to or not.
Now it's a disco, and Angie owns it.
Still in the dress she used to wear; the woman loved vintage clothes, and she was cheap.
She sits there so refined, hiding dirty secrets all around.
She sold the stolen diamonds; used her mind and bought the Copa, Copacabana.
Still the hottest spot north of Havana.
Here at the Copa, Copacabana..
Music and passion were always the fashion, at the Copa, Copacabana.
She had some advice for all the woman who danced there, "don't fall in love, girls; diamonds really are your best friend."
Angie Hustled over to the bar to hit on the new, cute bartender. He was a smart boy and knew playing up to the boss could only help his career. Conveniently, his name was Tony. It wasn't so convenient really, Angie only hired men named Tony, and if they happened not to be named Tony when they started working for her, they were named Tony soon afterwards.
