Cole Porter — Theres No Cure Like Travel

[WOMAN] 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 [WOMAN] 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 typify The humdrum of my daily routine [MALE Chorus] 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"