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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
  • 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