Banana Republics

I can't tell you how cool this looks from up here Looking at all these, feel right now So, uh, we going down to the Banana Republic courtesy of Steve Goodman, right now Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated American Hopin' to find some fun Some of them go for the sailing Called by the allure of the sea Tryin' to find what is 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 tons of ganja Some are running from the IRS Late at night, you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars They'll be hustling the señoritas While they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum and a lime 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 You know that you cannot trust them Because they know they can't trust you Expatriated American feelin' 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 When none of the natives are buying Any second hand American dreams Still late at night, you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars And they'll be hustling the señoritas While they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum and a lime Singin' give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hopin' to find some fun Thank you, Stephen Alright!