Going To Bolivia

Lyrics for Going To Bolivia

(It is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour And kneads the dough in the same container) I cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearby. And the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously Through the air from a thousand miles away. The monkeys jumped from tree to tree. It sent a deathly chill through me In bolivia Wildcats I had never seen claimed places in my room. Animal noises rang through the thick brush like voices from the tomb. I saw the freshly polished chrome Gleaming in the mid-day sun. And I knew that you were coming home To bolivia. Hey hey