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