Royal Crown Revue - Port-Au-Prince (Travels With Bettie Page) - Текст песни

Small town beauty baby

Would-be movie queen

In '47, it seemed like heaven

Time to take it overseas 


She beat it to the island

Of rum, romance and dreams

But Papa Doc's old choppin' block

Soon was gonna change the scene 


Peering through the midnight vines

The pointed knives and the painted faces smile

Demon rum and beating drums

Untie the beast that's been there all her life

And all the while... 


Winding through the curves in a big convertible

Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun

But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl

You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance

In Port-au-Prince 


Crooked jet set livin'

With gold-toothed diplomats

Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks

Flipped a switch and that was that 


Hey dark-hair Yankee lady

Please to suivez-moi

I look into that big cat's eyes and

I know what you come here for 


Peering through the midnight vines... 


Too bad little Bettie

But know it's time to leave

Your Yankee clout has just run out

They're gunnin' in the street 


Crowded prop plane hummin'

Bound for NYC

The voodoo rite she saw that night

Baby how it set you free