Venezuela

I met her in Venezuela

With a basket on her head

And if she loved others

Well she didn't say

But I knew she'd do to pass away

To pass away the time in Venezuela

To pass away the time in Venezuela

I bought her a silken sash of blue

A beautiful sash of blue

Because I knew that she would do

With all the tricks I knew she knew

To pass away the time in Venezuela

To pass away the time in Venezuela

Her lingo was strange

But the thought of her beautiful smile

The thought of her beautiful smile

Will haunt me and taunt me

For many's the mile

For she was my girl and she did the while

To pass away the time in Venezuela

To pass away the time in Venezuela

The wind was out to sea, out to sea

The wind was out to sea

And she was taking leave of me

I said cheer up, there'll always be

There'll always be sailors ashore in Venezuela

There'll always be sailors ashore in Venezuela