Holland - The High Llamas

holland’s ill at ease, with caravans and trees

cozy, cozy lamp, burns throughout the camp

two-way radio, Germans on the go

souped up Caravelle, Germans living well

raise the sails and go

blow the wind will blow

down the flags will fold

cold the wind blows cold

from his island shack, Honcho’s fighting back

D.J.

in a cage, D.J.

in a rage

hippies will deny, while giving you a ride

this whole trip can’t last, nothing’s hard and fast

raise the sails and go

blow the wind will blow

down the flags will fold

cold the wind blows cold

raise the sails and go

blow the wind will blow

down the flags will fold

cold the wind blows cold

raise the sails and go

blow the wind will blow

down the flags will fold

cold the wind blows cold

cold, cold, cold