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
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
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
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passé
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
Yeah, you could see 'em comin' up the hill
Headlights on those mini-Mokes, trying to find the parking
Sometimes the party just started out there and never made it into the building
You never just knew
Girl at the pool table puts on a show for free
And they were bivouacked in the bathroom by the hot tub near the sea
Every night at midnight, seemed 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, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passé
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
It was better than a painting at le Musee de Beaux Arts
And simply what we did for fun back in the old St. Barts
Then the glitz and all the glamour hit like a hurricane
Or maybe we just all grew up, but it never was the same
Yeah, all good things have to come to an end sometime
Some say it was the grease fire in the kitchen
Some say it was the turntable and the disco melted down
But like a lot of good things in this world, how it went down is still a mystery
Well, the Gendarmes finally closed the joint and the fire, it did the rest
But on New Year's Eve of '91, we sang the last request
We were dancing in the ashes. We were dancing in the sea
We were dancing in the ruins where we left our memories
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passé
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
Encore!
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passé
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
Yeah, and those ruins are still up there
I'll get back to St. Bart's every now and then
I can drive down that little road next to Lorient
Look up at that hill full of memories
And some nights I think I see a light comin' from that parking lot
Sometimes I hear some music comin' from somewhere up there
Hope the ghosts are rockin'
I remember
Rockin' around the rock
Around the rock
Around the rock
Around the rock
Around the rock
Around the rock
Around the rock
