Banana Republics

<br>By: steve goodman, jim rothermel, steve burgh<br><br>1977<br><br>Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun<br><br>Go the expatriated americans, hopin to find some fun<br><br>Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea<br><br>Tryin to find what is ailing, livin in the land of the free<br><br><br><br>Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward address<br><br>Some of them are running tons of ganja<br><br>Some are running from the i.r.s.<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Late at night you will find them<br><br>In the cheap hotels and bars<br><br>Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars<br><br>Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime<br><br>Singin give me some words I can dance to<br><br>Or a melody that rhymes<br><br><br><br>First you learn the native customs<br><br>Soon a word of spanish or two<br><br>You know that you cannot trust them<br><br>cause they know they cant trust you<br><br>Expatriated americans feelin so all alone<br><br>Telling themselves the same lies<br><br>That they told themselves back home<br><br><br><br>Down to the banana republics, things arent as warm as they seem<br><br>None of the natives are buying any second-hand american dreams<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Late at night you will find them<br><br>In the cheap hotels and bars<br><br>Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars<br><br>Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime<br><br>Singin give me some words I can dance to<br><br>Or a melody that rhymes<br><br><br><br>Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun<br><br>Go the expatriated americans hopin to find some fun