| I went down to Captain Tony’s
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| To get out of the heat
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| Then I heard a voice call out to me
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| «Son come have a seat»
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| I had to search my memory
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| As I looked into those eyes
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| Our lives change like the weather
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| But a legend never dies
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| He said I ate the last mango in Paris
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| Took the last plane out of Saigon
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| Took the first fast boat to China
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| And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done
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| I had a third world girl in Buzios
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| With a pistol in each hand
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| She always kept me covered
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| As we moved from land to land
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| I had a damn good run on Wall Street
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| With my high fashion model wife
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| I woke up dry beneath the African sky
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| Just me and my Swiss Army knife
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| I ate the last mango in Paris
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| Took the last plane out of Saigon
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| Took the first fast boat to China
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| And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done
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| We shot the breeze for hours
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| As the sun fell from the sky
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| And like the sun he disappeared
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| Before my very eyes
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| It was somewhere past dark-thirty
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| And I went back to the head
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| I read upon the dingy wall
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| The words the old man said:
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| I ate the last mango in Paris
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| Took the last plane out of Saigon
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| Took the first fast boat to China
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| And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done
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| I ate the last mango in Paris
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| Took the last plane out of Saigon
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| Took the first fast boat to China
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| And Jimmy there’s still so much to be done
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| That’s why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante |