My dear, you're sailing off without me.
Yet you don't seem to give a damn.


I know it's fearful of me not to be
More tearful,
But thank heaven I am.


You mean to say you're glad to leave me?
Can I believe that's what you mean?


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.


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".