Theres no cure like travel lyrics

There's No Cure Like Travel Song Lyrics

[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 typify

The humdrum of my daily routine.

[CREW]

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 a-'round Rome.

Have as high time, a low time,

And in no time

You'll be singing "Home, Sweet Home".

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Lyrics for There's No Cure Like Travel / Bon Voyage by Anything Goes New Broadway Cast Ensemble

Oh 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 home sweet home Bon Voyage (You mean 'Bon Voyage′) I hate to say, "Goodbye," sweetheart By the seashore (You mean ′sur la plage') I′ll wait and watch the sea, Till you come back to me Oh My dearie (You mean 'ma cherie′) I'm yours for life (You mean ′pur la vie') So kiss me pretty wench In English or in French Bon Voyage/Bon Voyage

Writer(s): Cole Porter

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[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 typify
The humdrum of my daily routine.

[CREW]
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 a-'round Rome.
Have as high time, a low time,
And in no time
You'll be singing "Home, Sweet Home".