Elvis Costello — Deportee

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Schnapps, Chianti, porter and ouzo Pernod, vodka, Sambuca - I love you so Deportee [Verse 2] There's a tattooed beauty talking in riddles Rome burns down and everybody fiddles Deportee But a thousand dollars won't buy you a Yankee wife, alas There's a thousand years of history drowned in this chaser glass Oh how I wish that she was mine I could have been a King in 6/8 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 know 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 [Chorus] So it's Schnapps, Chianti, porter and ouzo Pernod, vodka, Sambuca - I love you so Deportee [x2] Poor Deportee