Jimmy Buffett - Banana Republics lyrics

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