I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
And if she loved others she didnt say
But I knew she do to pass away the time in Venezuela
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
And when the wind was out to sea
the wind was out to sea
And she was taking leave of me
I said sheer up therell always be
Sailors on shore on leave in Venezuela
Her linger was changed
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 a time in Venezuela