| He can never go home
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| He can never go home
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| Stranded in South America
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| Nothing to go home for
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| Just another Brit in the bar
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| Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me
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| Offers a job as broadcaster
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| That’s how I came to be
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| Marquis Cha Cha
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| He can never go home
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| But is O.K. |
| by him
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| The generals have many enemies
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| And them I single out
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| What does it concern about me?
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| Good riddance to my native country
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| It never did a thing for me
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| It’s a better life here
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| And I am not a traitor
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| Marquis Cha Cha
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| He can never go home
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| Now here is his show
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| Hey you people over there
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| And those in sea and air
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| It has been theirs for years
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| It is a good life here
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| Football and beer much superior
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| Gringo gets cheap servant staff
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| Low tax and a dusky wife
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| Intelligentsia
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| Although your radio has been jammed
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| I heard talk about by chance
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| You educated kids know what you’re on about
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| You’ve been oppressed for years
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| I hear Rosso-Rosso over there
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| And you have cha-cha clubs
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| You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff
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| I understand you
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| I’m from a town called
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| Mmmm
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| Marquis Cha Cha
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| He can never go home
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| He can never go home
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| One point is made here
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| The scourge of rosso-rosso
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| So what if I do propaganda?
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| After a few steins I feel better
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| But that broken down fan
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| They never fix it, them dumb Latins
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| There’s a bayonet beside my head
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| There’s a guard in the annex
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| Marquis Cha Cha
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| He never did go home |