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The Deportees Club by Elvis Costello & the Attractionsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

The Deportees Club by Elvis Costello & the Attractions

     

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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

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

Writer : E COSTELLO
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO ELVIS COSTELLO

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