Ti Punch Café

Took my telescope to sea, bound for outer space
To a lonely island in a very special place
An atoll with a blue lagoon, a point break full of grace
Lava flows from long ago, bubble up this place

Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé

And thank the Lord for a watering hole open night and day
Where buccaneers can sip their rum in the old Ti Punch Café
Above the entrance curtain hangs a well-used frying pan
The owner's not the Aga Khan, it is the Jolly Mon

Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé

Houéssivo lo dji houé, minbi nin djawa loo
Houéssivo lo dji houé é minbi nin wa douwé loo
Houéssivo lo dji houé, mnibi nin djawa loo
Houéssivo lo dji houé é

I scoped the sky for passersby, Jolly Mon planned the trip
From the Pleiades, Desdemona came in her rocket ship
Eddie brought them burgers, Banky brought his band
And the Little Prince said, "Tout le monde," did the beguine in the sand, hey

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Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé

Now the party's done, fun tickets gone
We sang and loved and hoped
Then I woke back in twenty
Beneath my telescope
Galaxies and nautilus shells
Look the same to me
So ask yourself this question
"How couldn't it be?"

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Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la, ou lé
Ou la