From the sheet music at UCLA:


IT WILL NEVER BE DRY DOWN IN HAVANA
(NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS 'ROUND HERE)
Words by William Tracey; Music by Halsey K. Mohr. ©1920.

1. There is a happy land far, far away:
That Cuban island,
Sweet rock-and-rye land.
I met a pal of mine leaving today,
And he said: "I'm going there to stay.
This old town has gone all wrong.
I want women, wine and song.
If you'll take my tip, you'll come along."

CHORUS 1: It will never be dry down in Havana,
No matter what happens 'round here.
Down on Santiago Bay,
Where the senoritas sway,
"How Dry I Am" is a tune they never play.
Though they talk Spanish in Havana,
Don't worry; there's nothing to fear.
"Yaka hula cubanola" I have lately found
Is the way to say: "Hey! Waiter, bring another round!"
It will never be dry down in Havana
No matter what happens 'round here.

2. There is a happy crowd, sailing away
On steamers daily,
All singing gaily,
And they are shouting to friends on the pier:
"Sorry; we must go away from here."
Places where we met each night
One by one are closing tight,
So there's only one place now in sight:

CHORUS 2: It will never be dry down in Havana,
No matter what happens 'round here.
I'm as thirsty as can be.
Prohibition ruined me.
You know you can't make your shimmy shake on tea.
They don't keep Bevo in Havana,
And they never heard of near beer,
But the private stock they sell will knock you off your feet.
One drink makes a rabbit chase a bulldog up the street.
It will never be dry down in Havana,
No matter what happens 'round here.