Oh Venezuela, salted sea is all I've ever had
Sailing from Caracas up to Trinidad
Oh Venezuela, been on a shrimp boat for too long
Trolling shark through waters from the serf to sun

Sunset sees a man rest on a charted isle
Mama cooks fresh fish, on a driftwood fire
Oh, he's early rise when the sky lights Barcelona
I'm not a jungle son, I got rum soaked, hooked a line,
and I caught her

Off the coast the schooner boasts, they found a pirate wreck
While the barracuda fights for breath on the open deck
Sharing stories of Captain Morgan and the Mary Celeste