Port-au-prince (travels With Bettie Page) Lyrics - Royal Crown Revue

Small town beauty baby 

Would-be movie queen 

In '47, it seemed like heaven 

Time to take it overseas 

She beat it to the island 

Of rum, romance and dreams 

But Papa Doc's old choppin' block 

Soon was gonna change the scene 

Peering through the midnight vines 

The pointed knives and the painted faces smile 

Demon rum and beating drums 

Untie the beast that's been there all her life 

And all the while... 

Winding through the curves in a big convertible 

Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun 

But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl 

You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance 

In Port-au-Prince 

Crooked jet set livin' 

With gold-toothed diplomats 

Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks 

Flipped a switch and that was that 

Hey dark-hair Yankee lady 

Please to suivez-moi 

I look into that big cat's eyes and 

I know what you come here for 

Peering through the midnight vines... 

Too bad little Bettie 

But know it's time to leave 

Your Yankee clout has just run out 

They're gunnin' in the street 

Crowded prop plane hummin' 

Bound for NYC 

The voodoo rite she saw that night 

Baby how it set you free