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