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.