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 fella 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

I do not agree with Mr. Spartikas

I was never meant to be a heartikas

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