Lyrics:

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 Alors(c