GIRL: My dear you're sailing off without me,
Yet you don't seem to give a damn!
SAILOR: I know it's fearful of me not to be more tearful but thank heaven I am.
GIRL: You mean to say you're glad to leave me,
Can I believe that's what you mean?
SAILOR: Why don't be funny, I'm just wild about you honey,
But I'm oh, so glad,
So glad it's driving me mad,
To say goodbye to all things that tipify,
The hum-drum of my daily routine,
ALL SAILORS: And there's no cure like travel,
To help you unravel the worries of living today,
When the poor brain is cracking,
There's nothing like packing a suitcase and sailing away,
Take a run 'round Vienna, Granada, Ravenna, Sienna,
And then around Rome,
Have a high time,
A low time and in no time you'll be singing Home, Sweet Home

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