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 gra** 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 gra** 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 gra** will touch the sky,
And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon.