Taking our time before its through

Passing our days in old shoes

Sister - think I'm returning to Peru

Wish that I never came here

They can't pronounce my name here

Everyone asks me "Where's Peru?"





In Peru we've lenghtened the day

In Peru we've strenghtened the dollar

There are mountains piercing our skies

And the ocean at our shores

I will save up all of my wages

Even retail crumby cosmetics

I will work my passage in stages

As the winter slips away.





Miles of golden beaches

Excellent wines and features

Mister - take a week off in Gay Peru

Penitent monks to stare at

Colonial dons in old straw hats

Everyone's there in old Peru

OO-poo-Peru