| Song | The Deportees Club |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | Goodbye Cruel World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |