Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout

le monde

Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait

toujours verte

Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais

A autour du rocher



This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.

Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio

bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco

with bad wiring. Some people said if you looked

between the cracks of the floorboards of our

dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever

went there, you would know what I'm talking

about. If you never had, then we

thought we'd send you a little musical souvenir.



Some say it was a planet

Some say it was a rock

For five wild years in L"Orient

The party never stopped



There were pirates from the Indies

There were models from Paris

There were locals and New Yorkers

And the Brazilian Navy



By mini-moke and scooters

In cabs and stolen cars

Came the creatures of the evening

From St. Martin and from Mars



Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on

Vien faire un tour autour du rocher

On croisera les fantomes du passe

Viens faire un tour autour du rocher

Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee



Girl at the pool table

puts on a show for free

They were bivouacked in the bathroom

By the hot tub near the sea



Every night at midnight

Seems the devil took control

And the hill became a parking lot

Fueled by rock 'n' roll



They were talking by the cannon

But I couldn't believe my ears

The Russian had plutonium

The sailor wanted beers



They shook hands in the moonlight

And broke out a big cigar

Just business as usual

Beneath the tropic stars



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