Road To Venezuela - Stackridge

The Road to Venezuela took me forty thousand miles,

I’ve seen so many people wearing multi-colour smiles.

Perhaps I was mistaken, I should have gone a different way,

When I find the Millionairess I’ll say:

«Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky,

And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon.»

A friend who went exploring on a distant Aztec hill,

Pursued a bella-vista like an artist often will.

There’s some affiliation, Chan Canasta knew the line,

When I find the Millionairess she’ll be mine

Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky,

And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon.

Receiving information from a man named Jungle Jim,

The trail was heading northwards, to a greasy world of sin.

I thought the matter as I walked along the shore,

I don’t want the Millionairess anymore.

Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky,

And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon.