South American - Brian Wilson

Got a letter from a long lost cousin of mine

Who owns a little piece of heaven in the Argentine

It’s a different planet, it’s a different place

He calls it out of this world without traveling to space

It’s not just a lesson in geography

No equation to unravel algebraically

It’s written in the wind and on the tropical sea

From south of the equator it keeps callin' to me

South American well you know I would

South American if I only could

I wanna be, I wanna be going back

You only get to heaven if you chase your dreams

Let the paparazzi flash, let the tabloid scream

I’ve been around too long to care what anyone says

I’m hungry and I’m doing lunch with Cameron Diaz

South American she’s got that tango look

South American she’ll read you like a book

I wanna be, I wanna be going back

It rolls off my tongue like a magical phrase

A simple translation this message conveys

Gimme that, gimme that South American girl

I wanna be, I wanna be where it’s at

South American I’m not on some trip

South American I just long for a ship

A sailing boat or anything that floats

Going back