Merzougaville, Baby

This is the story of how I - Rossi Innocenti - left this red earth in a hot-air balloon made entirely of orange roses. With me were a seven-foot-tall Hell's Angel, a one-hundred-and-twenty-three-year-old man and a boy whose feet were on backwards.
All of us were naked.
First I was gone.
Then I was way gone.
So long.
It's just Merzougaville, baby...

Are you ready for the ride?