Willie works as the garden man;
He plants trees, he burns leaves,
He makes money for himself.
Often I stop with his words on my mind.
Do spacemen pass dead souls on their way to the moon?

Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si me lo,
Petit mou malade moin kouri caye gang gang, si lu bon gang gang,
Sauve la vie moin dans mize moin ye oh, dans mize moin ye oh.

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