Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Going To Brazil.

you've got something magic in your eyes.

you don't have to say you're sorry.

you've got a sentence waiting on your tongue.

pronounce it now.

i'm going where the air is hot.

where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.

i'm going to south america.

don't wait up for me.



you've got what i need, but i can't have it.

that's alright.

you're everything i want and i can't touch you.

let me touch you anyhow.

i'm going where the air is hot.

where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.

yeah i am going to south america.

don't wait up for me.



i've got what you want, but that's enough of that.

that'll be enough of that for now.

it's going to clear-cut twenty thousand acres

when i touch your hair.

i'm going where the air is hot.

where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.

yeah, i am going to south america.

don't wait up for me.



i'm going to where the air is hot.

where they speak a language sorta like one i can speak.

yeah, i am going to south america.

don't wait up for me.