Deportee Lyrics

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
Tatty beauty talking in riddles Rome burns down, everybody's on the fiddle Two thousand dollars for wife and some class A thousand years drowned in a chaser glass
How I wish that she was mine I could have been a King in Six Eight Time Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo Pernod, vodka, sambuca, I love you so Deportee
It's a brittle charm but she's had enough Still she wrote her number on his paper cuff You don't know where to start or where to stop All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop
When I came here tonight, my pockets were overflowing They took my return ticket without me even knowing 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 ass I'm a deportee