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
Hello everybody, 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 did, then we thought we'd send you a little musical souvenir of another place another town
Back in the old Saint Barth, you know in the beginning the rock and roll Bill Hailey used to rock around the clock
Back in the late 80's in Saint Barths we used to rock around the rock, here we go
Some say it was a planet
Some say it was a rock
Twelve 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, alors, alors, alors
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
I saw him 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 pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du richer
Sur les souvinirs 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
The gendarmes finally closed the joint
And the fire it did the rest
But on New Year's Eve of '91
We sang one last request
We were dancing in the ashes
We were dancing by 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 pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee encore
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire untour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee
Yeah those ruins are still up there
I get back Saint Barts every now and then
I can drive down that little road next to L'Orient
Look up that hill full of memories
Some nights I think I see a light coming from that parking lot
Sometimes I hear some music coming somewhere up there
I hope the ghost still rock around that place
(Ah ahn) rock around the rock
Around the rock, around the rock, around the rock, rock, around the rock
