The Mountain Goats — Going to Bolivia

[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