In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill
  Standing in the fiberglass 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
  
  There's a tatty beauty talking in riddles
  Rome burns down and everybody fiddles
  Deportee
  But a thousand dollars won't buy you a Yank, you wife, alas
  There's a thousand years of history ground in this chaser glass
  And how I wish that she was mine
  I could have been the King in Six Eight Time
  Deportee
  
  Oh, it's a brittle charm, but she's had enough
  Still she wrote her name upon his paper cuff
  And you don't where to start or where to stop
  All this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking shop
  
  When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing
  They took my return ticket without me even knowing
  Well, 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
  Deportee
  
  So it's Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
  Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so
  Deportee
  Deportee
  Poor Deportee