There he, sitting in the moonlight
Not found, livin no city
He smile, mucho in a sunshine
High life, counting de fruit bat
Troppo, gone troppo, troppo
It’s time you know I gone troppo
Plant me, in de helicona
No thank, meeting de peoples
Wake me, eata the papaya
Much hot, not much on the body
Troppo, gone troppo, gone troppo
It’s time you know I gone troppo
Warm sea, see right to the bottom
No like, shoveling snowfall
Good time, drinking on me bottle
The high wide moreton bay fig
Troppo, gone troppo, troppo
It’s time you know I gone troppo
Quite like, you ain’t seen a sunset
Could be, living in rain hill
Sun hot, you don’t got a backache
Brown skin and very a peeling
Troppo, gone troppo, gone troppo
It’s time you know I gone troppo
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