Tierra del Fuego
(Music: My own very simple rock-n-roll composition)


Let’s go to Tierra del Fuego!
Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego
Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego
Tierra del Fwego at the bottom of the world.

Well, it’s a very very very cold place to go.
The winds blow high and there’s a whole lotta snow.
You go to Argentina, turn left at the shore,
Keep straight on till you can go no more.
Tierra del Fuego, my heart’s desire,
I’ll drive my Winnebago to the Land of Fire.

Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego
Grazie and Prego, Tierra del Fuego
Tierra del Fuego at the bottom of the world.

Well it’s split ’tween Chile and the Argentine,
Look in the Atlas and you’ll see the line.
And when there’s a freeze on Magellan’s Straits,
You’ll need skis or a pair of skates.
So bring a mug of cocoa and some warm attire,
Yeah, let’s go loco in the Land of Fire

Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego
I’ll go where I may go, Tierra del Fuego,
Tierra del Fuego at the bottom of the world.

Hit it Timothy!

We’re havin’ a party!
Wo wo wo-wo yeah!

Well there’s not many folks who take a two-week stay
At the tip of South America on holiday,
But I drive there every year from Hants
Cos I’ve got ants in my pants and I need to ... dance.
Fuego del Tierra – it’s a lov-er-ly shire,
I’m drivin’ my Sierra to the Land of Fire.

Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego
Nothing like Tobago, Tierra del Fuego
Tierra del Fuego at the bottom of the world.

Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego,
Not San Diego nor Bulawayo,
Tierra del Fuego at the bottom of the world.

Tierra del Fuego, Tierra del Fuego,
Hasta luego in Tierra del Fuego,
Tell me where it is - at the bottom of the world.