Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Deportees Club, artist - Christy Moore. Album song Voyage, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
The Deportees Club |
At the Arrividerci Roma night club bar and grill |
Standing in the fibre-glass ruin watching time stand still |
All your troubles you’ll confess |
To another faceless, backless dress |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so poor deportee |
There’s a fading beauty talking in riddles |
Rome burns down and everybody fiddles |
The poor deportee |
But a thousand dollars won’t buy you a yankee wife, alas |
There’s a thousand years of history |
Drowned in that whiskey glass |
Now I wish that she was mine |
I could have been a king in 6/8 time — poor deportee |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so poor deportee |
It’s a brittle charm, but the lady’s had enough |
Still she wrote her number on your paper cuff |
It’s hard to know when to start and when to stop |
Her pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop |
When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing |
She stole my return ticket and I didn’t even know it |
I prayed to the saints and all the martyrs |
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra |
And all of these things have to come to pass |
In America the law is a piece of ass — deportee |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod, Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so |
Poor deportee |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod, Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so — deportee |
I love you so poor deportee |