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WHY DO THE WRONG PEOPLE TRAVEL - Noel Coward with orchestra conducted by Peter Matz

** To see the lyrics, click SHOW MORE ** - From the Broadway musical "Sail Away" 1961 Composer and lyricist: Noel Coward - Piano and musical arrangement: Peter Matz Travel they say improves the mind, An irritating platitude, which frankly, entre nous, Is very far from true. Personally I've yet to find that longitude and latitude Can educate those scores of monumental bores Who travel in groups and herds and troupes Of varying breeds and sexes Till the whole world reels to shouts and squeals And the clicking of Rolliflexes. Why do the wrong people travel, travel travel When the right people stay back home? What compulsion compels them and who the hell tells them To drag their cans to Zanzibar, instead of staying quietly in Omaha. The Taj Mahal, the Grand Canal And the sunny French Riviera Would be less oppressed if the Middle West Would settle for somewhere rather nearer Please do not think that I criticize or cavil at a genuine urge to roam But why, oh why do the wrong people travel When the right people stay back home, And mind their business When the right people stay back home, With Cinerama When the right people stay back home, I'm merely asking Why the right people stay back home. Just when you think romance is ripe it rather sharply dawns on you That each sweet serenade is for the tourist trade. Any attractive native type who resolutely fawns on you Will give as her address American Express. There isn't a rock between Bangkok and the beaches of Hispianola That does not recoil from suntan oil and the gurgle of Coca Cola. Why do the wrong people travel, travel travel When the right people stay back home? What explains this mass mania to leave Pennsylvania And clack around like flocks of geese Demanding dry martinis on the isles of Greece On the smallest street, where the gourmets meet, They invariably fetch up And it's hard to make them accept a steak that isn't served rare and smeared with ketchup Millions of tourists are churning up the gravel While they gaze at Saint Peters Dome, But why, oh why do the wrong people travel When the right people stay back home, And eat hot doughnuts When the right people stay back home, With all that lettuce When the right people stay back home, Won't someone tell me Why the right people stay back home. Why do the wrong people travel, travel travel When the right people stay back home? What peculiar obsessions inspire those processions Of families from Houston Tex With all those cameras around their necks? They will take a train or an aeroplane For an hour on the Costa Brava And they'll see Pomeii On the only day When it's up to its ass in molten lava! It would take years to unravel, ravel ravel Every impulse that make them roam But why, oh why do the wrong people travel, When the right people stay back home With all that Kleenex When the right people stay back home With all the Kennedys When the right people stay back home I sometimes wonder why the right, Yes the right people stay back home Noel Coward