Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Deportees Club , by - Christy Moore. Song from the album Voyage, in the genre ПопRelease date: 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 |