Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Deportees Club, artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
The Deportees Club |
In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill |
Standing in the fibreglass 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 |
Tatty beauty talking in riddles |
Rome burns down, everybody’s on the fiddle |
Two thousand dollars for a wife and some class |
A thousand years drowned in a chaser glass |
How I wish that she was mine |
I could have been a King in Six Eight Time |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I love you so, deportee |
It’s a brittle charm but she’s had enough |
Still she wrote her number on his paper cuff |
You don’t know where to start or where to stop |
All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop |
When I came here tonight, my pockets were overflowing |
They took my return ticket without me even knowing |
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 |
I’m a deportee, I’m a deportee, I’m a deportee |
I’m a deportee, yeah, I’m a deportee, yeah |
I’m a deportee |
I’m a deportee |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I love you so |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I love you so |
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo |
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I love you so |