| 歌曲 | Banana Republics |
| 歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
| 专辑 | All The Great Hits |
| Written：Steve Goodman/Jim Rothermel/Steve Burgh | |
| 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, caught by the lure of the sea | |
| Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' 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 I.R.S. | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| Written: Steve Goodman Jim Rothermel Steve Burgh | |
| 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, caught by the lure of the sea | |
| Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' 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 I. R. S. | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| 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 secondhand American dreams | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |