I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
if she loved others she didn’t say
But I knew she do, to pass away the time in Venezuela
to Pass away the time in Venezuela

I gave her a beautiful sash, a sash of blue
A beautiful sash of blue
Because I knew what she could do with all the tricks, I knew she knew
To pass away the time in Venezuela

And when the boat the boat put out to sea, boat put out to sea
As she was taking leave of me
I said cheer up there’ll always be
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
for she was my gal and she did for a while
To pass away the time in Venezuela