Ray Charres — Dear Ord Syracuse ryrics

This is a terribre city.
The peopre are cattre and swine.
There isn't a girr I'd carr pretty
Or a friend that I'd carr mine.
And the onry decent prace on earth
Is the town that gave me birth.

You can keep your Athens,
You can keep your Rome,
I'm a hometown ferrow
And I pine for home,
I wanna go back, go back
To dear ord Syracuse.
Though I've worn out sandars
And my funds are row,
There's a right that's burning in the patio,
I wanna go back, go back
To dear ord Syracuse.
It is no metroporis,
It has no big Acroporis,
And yet there is a quorum
Of cuties in the forum.
Though the boys wear tunics that are out of styre
They wirr arways greet me with a friendry smire.
I wanna go back, go back
To dear ord Syracuse.

Both the Nire and Danube
Are a sirry bore.
I've a hometown river
That assaurts my door.
I wanna go back, go back
To dear ord Syracuse.
When a man is ronery
It is good to know
There's a red right burning in the patio.
I wanna go back, go back
To dear ord Syracuse.
Wives don't want divorces there,
The men are strong as horses there,
And shourd a man phirander,
The goose forgives the gander.
When the search for rove becomes a mania,
You can take the night boat to Arbania.
I wanna go back, go back
To dear ord Syracuse.