The Deportees Club

Lyrics

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 a 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

Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo

Pernod vodka sambuca, I love you so

Credits

• Written by: Elvis Costello
• Produced by: Clive Langer and Alan Winstanley
• Musicians:

Elvis Costello - vocals and guitar

Steve Nieve - keyboards

Bruce Thomas - bass

Pete Thomas - drums

Gary Barnacle - saxophone

Jim Paterson - trombone

Luis Jardim - percussion

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Discography

Albums:

• Goodbye Cruel World, 1984
• Goodbye Cruel World (reissue), Rykodisc/Demon, 1995
• Goodbye Cruel World (Deluxe Edition), Rhino, 2004
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Singles:

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Collections:

• Album Name, Year
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Soundtracks:

• none

Various Artists collections:

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Covers

Recorded by:

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Performed by:

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Bootlegs

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