Colors of pink and green
Floating on turquoise and blue
Going where we have never been
One pirogue tied with rope and glue
Ah, my captain, a nice boat
Ah, yes and a party as well
Is that Rum in my throat
In my head rings a bell
What do you use it for
Just pulling along
Things go wrong
We can all be lucky for
Some hands, some paint
Just in case we need a saint
The moments we have is fine
But the pirogue is our future on a line
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