venezuela

i met her in venezuela

with a basket on her head

if she loved others 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 sash of blue

a beautiful sash of blue

because i knew that she could do

with all the tricks

i knew she knew

to pass away the time in venezuela

to pass away the time in venezuela

when the wind was out to sea

the wind was out to sea

and she was taking leave of me

i said

cheer up there'll always be

sailors ashore in venezuela

sailors ashore in venezuela

her linger was strange

but the thought of her smile

the thought of her beautiful smile

will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile

for she was my gal and she did the while

to pass away the time in venezuela

to pass away the time in venezuela