In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fiberglass ruins watching time stand still
All your troubles you confess to another faceless, backless

dress
Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca - I love you so

Deportee

There's a tatty beauty talking in riddles

Rome burns down and everybody fiddles
Deportee
But a thousand dollars won't buy you a Yank, you wife, alas

There's a thousand years of history ground in this chaser
glass
And how I wish that she was mine

I could have been the King in Six Eight Time
Deportee


Oh, it's a brittle charm, but she's had enough
Still she wrote her name upon his paper cuff
And you don't where to start or where to stop

All this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking
shop


When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing
They took my return ticket without me even knowing
Well, I pray to the saints and all the martyrs

For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of $$#

Deportee

So it's Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo

Pernod, vodka, sambuca - I love you so
Deportee
Deportee

Poor Deportee