Jimmy Buffett - Banana Republics lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Banana Republics lyrics]
Down to the banana republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin'
To find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing
Called by the lure of the sea
Tryin' 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 are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night, you will find them in the
Cheap hotels and bars
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 customs
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them 'cause
They know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans 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
None of the natives are buying
Any second hand American dreams
Late at night, you will find them in the
Cheap hotels and bars
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
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin'
To find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing
Called by the lure of the sea
Tryin' 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 are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS
Late at night, you will find them in the
Cheap hotels and bars
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 customs
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them 'cause
They know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans 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
None of the natives are buying
Any second hand American dreams
Late at night, you will find them in the
Cheap hotels and bars
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