| 歌曲 | Cuban Crime of Passion |
| 歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
| 专辑 | A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean |
| 作词 : Buffett, Corcoran | |
| Written：Jimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran | |
| Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way | |
| He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars | |
| The ladies would pay and pay | |
| Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town | |
| And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds. | |
| 'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast | |
| Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild | |
| He loved that lady the most | |
| 'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan | |
| So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life | |
| And then he turned his own cold hand. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| And it's just a Cuban crime of passion | |
| Messy and old fashioned | |
| Yeah, that's what the papers did say | |
| It's just a Cuban crime of passion | |
| Anejo and knives a slashin' | |
| But that's what the people like to read about | |
| Up in America, up in America. | |
| Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill | |
| And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper's hill | |
| And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago | |
| But people get by and people get high | |
| In the tropics they come and they go. | |
| (Repeat chorus) |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Corcoran | |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Tom Corcoran | |
| Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way | |
| He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars | |
| The ladies would pay and pay | |
| Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town | |
| And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds. | |
| ' Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast | |
| Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild | |
| He loved that lady the most | |
| ' Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan | |
| So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny' s life | |
| And then he turned his own cold hand. | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s just a Cuban crime of passion | |
| Messy and old fashioned | |
| Yeah, that' s what the papers did say | |
| It' s just a Cuban crime of passion | |
| Anejo and knives a slashin' | |
| But that' s what the people like to read about | |
| Up in America, up in America. | |
| Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill | |
| And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper' s hill | |
| And no one talks about ' em no more, it happened just a week ago | |
| But people get by and people get high | |
| In the tropics they come and they go. | |
| Repeat chorus |