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.

CHORUS I
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".
CHORUS II
Bon voyage, I mean 'bon voyage'

I hate to say goodbye, sweetheart.
By the seashore,
I mean "sur la plage".

I'll sit and watch the sea
Till you come back to me,
For my dearie,

I mean "ma chérie",
I'm yours for life,
I mean "pour la vie",

So kiss me, pretty wench,
In English or in French.
Bon voyage 'bon voyage'

CHORUS I und CHORUS II gleichzeitig wiederholen