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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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania