Marquis Cha Cha

He can never go home
 He can never go home
 Stranded in South America
 Nothing to go home for
 Just another Brit in the bar
 Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me
 Offers a job as broadcaster
 That's how I came to be
 Marquis Cha Cha
 He can never go home
 But is O.K. by him
 The generals have many enemies
 And them I single out
 What does it concern about me?
 Good riddance to my native country
 It never did a thing for me
 It's a better life here
 And I am not a traitor
 Marquis Cha Cha
 He can never go home
 Now here is his show
 Hey you people over there
 And those in sea and air
 It has been theirs for years
 It is a good life here
 Football and beer much superior
 Gringo gets cheap servant staff
 Low tax and a dusky wife
 Intelligentsia
 Although your radio has been jammed
 I heard talk about by chance
 You educated kids know what you're on about
 You've been oppressed for years
 I hear Rosso-Rosso over there
 And you have cha-cha clubs
 You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff
 I understand you
 I'm from a town called
 Mmmm
 Marquis Cha Cha
 He can never go home
 He can never go home
 One point is made here
 The scourge of rosso-rosso
 So what if I do propaganda?
 After a few steins I feel better
 But that broken down fan
 They never fix it, them dumb Latins
 There's a bayonet beside my head
 There's a guard in the annex
 Marquis Cha Cha
 He never did go home