I Like to Travel
I like to travel, don’t you?
I like to see the world.
Put on my shoes and travel.
I like to see the world.
Walk another mile. Walk another mile. Walk another mile.
I like to see the world.
I like to travel, don’t you? I like to see the world.
Get on my bike and travel. I like to see the world.
Ride a hundred miles. Ride a hundred miles.
Ride a hundred miles. Ride a hundred miles.
Ride a hundred miles. Ride a hundred.
I like to see the world.
I ‘ve got the travel bug. I feel that travel tug!
I’ve got those itchy feet. Traveling makes my life complete!
(Rest) I’ve got the travel bug. Walk a hundred miles.
(Rest) I feel that travel tug! Walk a hundred miles.
(Rest) I’ve got those itchy feet. Walk a hundred miles.
Traveling makes my life complete. I like to see the world.
I like to travel, don’t you?
I like to see the world.
Get in my car and travel. I like to see the world.
Drive a thousand miles. Drive a thousand miles. Drive a thousand miles.
I like to see the world.
I like to travel, don’t you? I like to see the world.
Get in my rocket and travel. I like to see the world.
Fly a million miles. Fly a million miles.
Fly a million miles. Fly a million miles.
Fly a million miles. Fly a million.
I like to see the world. I’ve got the travel bug.
I feel that travel bug! I’ve got those itchy feet.
Traveling makes my life complete!
(Rest) I’ve got the travel bug. Walk a hundred miles.
(Rest) I feel that travel tug! Walk a hundred miles.
(Rest) I’ve got those itchy feet. Walk a hundred miles.
Traveling makes my life complete. I like to see the world.
I’ve got those itchy feet. Traveling makes my life complete!
I’ve got those itchy feet. Traveling makes my life complete!
Across America In Three Minutes
Across America from sea to shining sea,
From east to west, come be our guest,
As we journey musically
Boys and girls together,
Me and Mamie O’Rourke
Tripped the light fantastic, on the sidewalks of New York
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There let me live in the state where I was born.
If I had Aladdin’s lamp for only a day,
I’d make a wish and here’s what I’d say:
“Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning”
Way down upon the Swanee River
(Part 2) Look away (Part 1) Look away
Dixie land
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home,
My old Kentucky home, far away
Back home again, in Indiana,
How I long for my Indiana home.
Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin’ town
Chicago, Chicago, my home
Meet me in Saint Louie, Louie,
Meet me at the fair
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Weep on, you falling rain, wail, winds, wail
All along, along, along the Colorado Trail
I’m going back to California, that’s where I belong
Across America, we raise a melody
Singing everywhere of the bonds we share
From sea to shining sea
Rout 66
If you ever plan to motor west,
travel my way, take the highway that’s the best.
Get your kicks on Route Sixty-Six!
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route Sixty-Six!
Now you go through Saint Louie
Joplin, Missouri,
And Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You’ll see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don’t forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow,
San Bernardino.
Won’t you
Get hip to this timely tip,
When you make that California trip.
Get your kicks on Route Sixty-Six!
Get your kicks on Route Sixty-Six!
Get your kicks on Route Sixty-Six!
Yeah!
The Theme from
New York, New York
Start spreadin’ the news,
I’m leaving today,
I wanna be a part of it
New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes
are longing to stray,
And step around the heart of it
New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn’t sleep
To find I’m king of the hill,
top of the heap.
My little town blues
are melting away,
I’ll make a brand new start of it
in old New York.
If I can make it there,
I’d make it anywhere,
It’s up to you,
New York, New York.
Crawdad Creek
Part 1
Cripple Creek’s wide and Cripple Creek’s deep.
We’ll wade Cripple Creek before we sleep.
Rol up our britches to our knees.
We’ll wade Cripple Creek when we please.
Goin’ up Cripple Creek, goin’ on a run,
Goin’ up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
You get a line and I’ll get a pole.
Gonna go fishin’ in the crawdad hole!
Part 2
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, honey.
You get a line and I’ll get a pole, babe.
Now, you get and line and I’ll get a pole,
And off we’ll go to the crawdad hole.
Oh, honey, come on, let’s go!
We’re gonna go fishin’ in the crawdad hole!
Part 1
Cripple Creek’s wide and
Cripple Creek’s deep.
We’ll wade Cripple Creek
before we sleep.
Roll up our britches
to our knees.
We’ll wade Cripple Creek
when we please.
Goin’ up Cripple Creek,
goin’ on a run,
goin’ up Cripple Creek
to have a little fun.
You get a line and
I’ll get a pole.
gonna go fishin’ in the
crawdad hole!
Part 2
You get a line and
I’ll get a pole,
honey.
You get a line and
I’ll get a pole,
babe.
Now,
you get a line and
I’ll get a pole, and
off we’ll go to the
Crawdad hole. Oh,
honey, come
on, let’s go! We’re
gonna go fishin’ in the
crawdad hole!
Going Down The Shore
I’m going down the shore, going down the shore,
Where the sky and the sun and the waves all meet,
Where the sand crinkle crunches underneath my feet.
I am ready to run through the door.
I’m going down the shore!
(Part 2 wait to enter)
Oh, won’t you come with me down the shore,
Come with me down the shore,
Oh, won’t you come with me down the shore,
Down the shore,
Where the cotton candy sticks to the roof of your mouth,
And the sounds of the boardwalk rise up from the south,
Where there’s always time for one swim more.
I’m going down the shore!
So I’ll meet you at the corner, we’ll all run down together,
Sure hoping it’s good weather, but whether or not,
We’ll take what we’ve got, and fly on our little feet,
Fly on our little feet, Fly on our little feet down, down the shore.
I want to bottle up this blue sky day, bottle up this blue sky day,
So I can open it and breathe in that salty air.
Using my imagination I can soon be there.
I can’t wait even one minute more. I’m going down to shore!
So I’ll meet you at the corner, we’ll all run down together,
Sure hoping it’s good weather, but whether or not,
We’ll take what we’ve got, and fly on our little feet,
Fly on our little feet, Fly on our little feet down,
down the shore, down the shore, down the shore.
The Ferris Wheel
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