Royal Crown Revue - Port-Au-Prince (Travels With Bettie Page) Lyrics
Small town beauty babyWould-be movie queenIn '47, it seemed like heavenTime to take it overseasShe beat it to the islandOf rum, romance and dreamsBut Papa Doc's old choppin' blockSoon was gonna change the scenePeering through the midnight vinesThe pointed knives and the painted faces smileDemon rum and beating drumsUntie the beast that's been there all her lifeAnd all the while...Winding through the curves in a big convertibleTrying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sunBut he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girlYou better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chanceIn Port-au-PrinceCrooked jet set livin'With gold-toothed diplomatsUmbrella drinks, the whole thing stinksFlipped a switch and that was thatHey dark-hair Yankee ladyPlease to suivez-moiI look into that big cat's eyes andI know what you come here forPeering through the midnight vines...Too bad little BettieBut know it's time to leaveYour Yankee clout has just run outThey're gunnin' in the streetCrowded prop plane hummin'Bound for NYCThe voodoo rite she saw that nightBaby how it set you free