Venezuela

Venezuela - Ron Gordon

I met her in Venezuela

With a basket on her head

And if she loved others she didn't say

But I knew she do to pass

Away to pass away the time in Venezuela

To pass away the time in Venezuela

I gave 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

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 a mile

She was my gal and she did the wale

To pass away the time in Venezuela

To pass away the time in Venezuela