Down to the banana republics down to the tropical sun

Go the expatriated americans hoping to find some fun

Some of them go for the sailing caught

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 foreward 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 senioritas while they dance beneath the stars

Spending those renegade pesos

On a bottle of rum and a lime

Singing 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 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

Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars

Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime

Singing 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 hoping to find some fun