Lyrics

Patagonia
Drew Stevyns

(They call ‘em "Geothermalists")
I write music and no one cares, no one gives a shit.
I write music but no one's there, no one's hearin’ it.

So I think I'll fly away to Patagonia,
I'll be drinking lots of Chicha with all the nice people there (PARTY)
I hear it gets mighty cold in Patagonia,
But I could buy a nice jacket made out of llama hair
(And even Guinea pigs a dish...)

Or maybe I'll hop on a boat to Guatemala
Or to Madagascar and I'll be hangin’ with the Lemurs there (Tree Top)
I hear it’s getting pretty HOT in ol’ Antarctica
With the stone pyramids on the beach front property there
(Isn't climate change a bitch?)

With haste I could take my pasty face to Cyprus
I heard a rumor one time that there’s no reciprocity there (FREEDOM)
OR perhaps I'll be taking that rainbow bridge to Iceland
With the Vikings and the Bjork and the geothermal people there
(They call em "Geothermalists")

I write music but no one's there, no one's hearing it (What a pity man)
I write music and no one cares, but I’m strangely cool with it (So stop complaining then)

Because I’m probably gonna stay right here where I've been going
In the special province that is known, as “No Damn Where” (I LIVE THERE)
And here I'll sit and dream of PATAGONIA

With the Vikings and the Lemur's
Drinking Chicha on the beaches
In their geothermal jackets
With the pasty facial features
Beneath the snow covered pyramids there
BENEATH THE SNOW COVERED PYRAMIDS THERE!

GOOD BYE!
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