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
pass away
the time in Venezuela
Pass away the time
in Venezuela
I gave her a silken
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
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 cheer up
There'll always be
sailors ashore on leave
in Venezuela
Sailors ashore on leave
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 while
to pass away the time
in Venezuela
To pass away
the time in Venezuela