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 grinThere are so many places waitingMany to be foundBut tonight we delayOur heads down side by sideAnd every summer we will speakAnother language for a weekMake it to RomeClimb up the domeAnd we'll be thereAnd every year we'll take the chanceTo make our trip over to FranceHolding this beach handUnder the beach handWe'll be thereWe'll be thereAnd still we tryFrom Mount East StreetTo foreign boulevardsWith the spirit to accomplishThe mission in our heartsWe make our way along the edgeWith different currenciesAnd all too soon we'll have to leaveThe trip that leads us toGrowing wings and flowersThat bring us here in JuneJones we'll stick togetherThe way around the moonAnd every summer we will speakAnother language for a weekMake it to RomeAnd climb up the domeAnd we'll be thereAnd every year we'll take the chanceTo make our trip over to FranceHolding this beach handUnder the beach handWe'll be thereAnd every summer we will speakAnother language for meMake it to Rome andClimb up the dome andWe'll be thereAnd every Jew will take the chanceTo make a trip over to FranceAll in speech andThat's how the pizzaWill be thereAnd every Jew will take the chanceTo make a trip over to France