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Down to the Banana Republic Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hoping to find some fun. Some of them go for the sailing Called by the lure of the sea Trying to find what is ailing Living in the land of the free. Some of them are running from lovers Leaving no forward address Some of them of runnin’ tons of ganja Some are running from the IRS. Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Husselin’ the senoritas While they dance beneath the stars. Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum and a line Singin’ give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes. First you learn the native custom Soon a word of Spanish or two Letras de cancionesYou know that you cannot trust them ‘Cause they know they can’t trust you. Expatriated Americans Feeling so all alone Telling themselves the same lies That they told themselves back home. Down to the Banana Republics Things aren’t as warm as they seem None of the natives are buying Any second-hand American dreams. Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Husslin’ the senoritas While they dance beneath the stars. Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum and a line Singin’ give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes. Down to the Banana Republic Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hoping to find some fun. From Letras Mania