I like it    I don't like it

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 ass

Deportee

So it's Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo

Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so

Deportee

Deportee

Poor Deportee