Deportee Lyrics - Elvis Costello

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 

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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 

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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 ass 

Deportee 

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So it's Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo 

Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so 

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