Banana Republics Lyrics

Down to the banana republics,
Down to the tropical sun,
Come the expatriated Americans
Expecting to have some fun.

Some of them come for the sailing,
Called by the lure of the sea,
Trying to the spirit that's ailing
From living in the land of the free.

Some of them are running from lovers,
Leaving no forward address.
Some of them are running marijuana,
Some are running from the IRS.

Late at night you can find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the
stars.

Spending their renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime,
Singing "Give me some words I can dance to,
And a melody that rhymes."
Once you learn the native customs
And a word of Spanish or two.
You know that you can't trust them
Because they know they can't trust you.

Down in the banana republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem.
None of the natives are buying
Any second-hand American dreams

Expatriated Americans
Feeling so all alone,
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves at home.

Late at night you can find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the
stars.

Spending their renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime,
Singing "Give me some words I can dance to,
And a melody that rhymes."

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