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