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At the Arrividerci Roma night club bar and grillStanding in the fibre-glass ruin watching time stand stillAll your troubles you'll confessTo another faceless, backless dressSchnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo Pernod Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so poor deportee. There's a fading beauty talking in riddlesRome burns down and everybody fiddlesThe poor deporteeBut a thousand dollars won't buy you a yankee wife, alasThere's a thousand years of historydrowned in that whiskey glass Now I wish that she was mineI could have been a king in 6/8 time - poor deporteeSchnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo Pernod Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so poor deportee It's a brittle charm, but the lady's had enoughStill she wrote her number on your paper cuffIt's hard to know when to start and when to stopHer pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowingShe stole my return ticket and I didn't even know itSongtexteI prayed to the saints and all the martyrs For the secret life of Frank Sinatra And all of these things have to come to passIn America the law is a piece of ass - deportee Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and OuzoPernod, Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so Poor deportee. Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and OuzoPernod, Vodka, Sambuca, I love you so - deportee. I love you so poor deportee. Aus Songtexte Mania