PROCEEDS FROM THE SALE of this recording will go to the repatriation fund for 6-year-old waifs and the Campaign to Make Old Havana Even More Crumbling and Picturesque. (Lyrics have been loosely translated from Spanish.)

Don’t Forget You’re Cuban

(verse)

Your mother took you away in a boat

But it didn’t float

You were stronger than the waves of the sea

Buoyant, like a well-packaged CD

Now your fate falls before a judge

But our devotion won’t budge

Come back to la isla bonita

We’re selling crooners now, not Chiquita

(chorus)

Elian, don’t forget you’re Cuban

Elian, wake up and smell the Yuban

In Havana you’ll have more appeal

Come back home and get a record deal

(verse)

You’re breaking your abuelas’ hearts

When you could be burning up the Yankee charts

Why be Republican fodder

When Cuban culture has never been hotter

Our poverty is so photogenic

Though our hookers aren’t so hygienic

Turn the tables on the capi- talist reign

Place your trust in Fidel’s marketing cam- paign

(chorus)

Elian, don’t forget you’re Cuban

Elian, wake up and smell the Yuban

You’ve got a jump on the rest of Havana

You could be even bigger than Santana

(bridge)

Share a cigar

With an A&R

From Putumayo or Luaka Bop

Simon and Byrne

Will wait their turn

To harvest our latest cash crop

(verse)

It’s the right of a citizen of our nation

To appear on a Starbucks compilation

We’re teeming with auteur pretenders

Let us introduce you to Wim Wenders

(chorus)

Elian, don’t forget you’re Cuban

Elian, wake up and smell the Yuban

Ry Cooder will never find you in Miami

You’re the only one left without a Grammy