dear old syracuse

this is a terrible city. the people are cattle and swine. there isn't a girl i'd call pretty

or a friend that i'd call mine. and the only decent place on earth

is the town that gave me birth. you can keep your athens

you can keep your rome

i'm a hometown fellow

and i pine for home

i wanna go back

go back

to dear old syracuse. though i've worn out sandals

and my funds are low

there's a light that's burning in the patio

i wanna go back

go back

to dear old syracuse. it is no metropolis

it has no big acropolis

and yet there is a quorum

of cuties in the forum. though the boys wear tunics that are out of style

they will always greet me with a friendly smile. i wanna go back

go back

to dear old syracuse. both the nile and danube

are a silly bore. i've a hometown river

that assaults my door. i wanna go back

go back

to dear old syracuse. when a man is lonely

it is good to know

there's a red light burning in the patio. i wanna go back

go back

to dear old syracuse. wives don't want divorces there

the men are strong as horses there

and should a man philander

the goose forgives the gander. when the search for love becomes a mania

you can take the night boat to albania. i wanna go back

go back

to dear old syracuse.