The 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 over whilst consulting with a whore

I don’t want the Millionairess anymore

Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky

And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon