Caitlyn, where's my camera?
You packed your camera in the suitcase.
Well where's the suitcase?
You put the suitcase in the car Jones.
Oh man.
To the winds of salty smell and grin
There are so many places waiting
Many to be found
But tonight we delay
Our heads down side by side
And every summer we will speak
Another language for a week
Make it to Rome
Climb up the dome
And we'll be there
And every year we'll take the chance
To make our trip over to France
Holding this beach hand
Under the beach hand
We'll be there
We'll be there
And still we try
From Mount East Street
To foreign boulevards
With the spirit to accomplish
The mission in our hearts
We make our way along the edge
With different currencies
And all too soon we'll have to leave
The trip that leads us to
Growing wings and flowers
That bring us here in June
Jones we'll stick together
The way around the moon
And every summer we will speak
Another language for a week
Make it to Rome
And climb up the dome
And we'll be there
And every year we'll take the chance
To make our trip over to France
Holding this beach hand
Under the beach hand
We'll be there
And every summer we will speak
Another language for me
Make it to Rome and
Climb up the dome and
We'll be there
And every Jew will take the chance
To make a trip over to France
All in speech and
That's how the pizza
Will be there
And every Jew will take the chance
To make a trip over to France