Such lovely times in Paris, most all the French are gay
The glory holes of Rome wait for another day
I've had rockin' fun while prone, at the "Y" down in Manhattan
But I'm going home to my city by the Bay

I'll marry Bart in San Francisco
I'll not see Bill, or Carl or Pete
There'll be no cruisin' cable cars, no strangers in the bars
'Though Mort and Bob, and Phil are there, I don't care

My Bart waits there in San Francisco
Aubrey and Lou, I'll not be free
To my dear Bart be true, there in 'Frisco
Unless that hunky mayor calls me