[Intro]
Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout
Le monde
Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait
Tojours verte
Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais
A autour du rocher
[Spoken Word Intro]
Hello, everybody
This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean that I used to own
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'd know what I'm talking about
If you never did, then thought we'd sing you a little musical souvenir from another place and another time
Back in the old St. Bart's
You know, in the beginning of rock and roll, Bill Haley used to rock around the clock
Back in the late '80s in St. Bart's, we used to rock around the rock
Here we go
[Verse 1]
Some say it was a planet, some say it was a rock
For five wild years in Lorient, 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-Mokes and scooters, in cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening from St. Martin and from Mars
Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout
Le monde
Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait
Tojours verte
Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais
A autour du rocher
[Spoken Word Intro]
Hello, everybody
This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean that I used to own
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'd know what I'm talking about
If you never did, then thought we'd sing you a little musical souvenir from another place and another time
Back in the old St. Bart's
You know, in the beginning of rock and roll, Bill Haley used to rock around the clock
Back in the late '80s in St. Bart's, we used to rock around the rock
Here we go
[Verse 1]
Some say it was a planet, some say it was a rock
For five wild years in Lorient, 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-Mokes and scooters, in cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening from St. Martin and from Mars
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