| Song | Going to Bolivia |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Sweden |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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 |