The Mountain Goats
Going to Bolivia
[Intro]
It is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour and kneads the dough in the same container

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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 midday sun
And I knew that you were coming home
To Bolivia
Hey hey