-> "There's No Cure Like Travel/Bon Voyage"
Original Song Title:
"There's No Cure Like Travel/Bon Voyage"
Parody Song Title:
"There's No Cure Like Travel/Bon Voyage"
The Lyrics
- There's No Cure like Travel
[MARY MAGDALA]
My dear, you're sailing off without me.
Yet you don't seem to give a damn.
[JESUS]
I know it's fearful of me not to be
More tearful,
But thank heaven I am.
[MARY]
You mean to say you're glad to leave me?
Can I believe that's what you mean?
[JESUS]
Why, don't be funny, I'm just wild about you, honey,
But I'm oh, so glad, so glad,
It's driving me mad to say goodbye
To the chance that I might die
On a crucifix in Bethany
[APOSTLES]
And there's no cure like travel
To help you dishevel
The chances of dying today.
When Pilate's whip is cracking
There's nothing like packing
A suitcase and sailing away.
We'll hide out in Vienna,
Granada, Ravenna, Sienna
But watch for Rome!
Have as high time, a low time,
And in no time
You'll be singing "Home, Sweet Home".
- Bon Voyage
[ANNAS]
(spoken)
Final call! All ashore that's goin' ashore!
Final call!
[APOSTLES + PONTIUS PILATE]
Bon voyage,
[APOSTLES' WOMEN + CLAUDIA PROCULA (PILATE'S WIFE)]]
You mean "Bon Voyage".
[ALL]
I hate to say goodbye, sweetheart.
[APOSTLES + PILATE]
By the seashore,
[APOSTLES' WOMEN + CLAUDIA]
You mean "sur la plage".
[ALL]
I'll wait and watch the sea
Till you come back to me,
[APOSTLES + PILATE]
Oh my dearie,
[APOSTLES' WOMEN + CLAUDIA]
You mean "ma chérie",
[APOSTLES + PILATE]
I'm yours for life,
[APOSTLES' WOMEN + CLAUDIA]
You mean "pour la vie",
[APOSTLES + PILATE]
So kiss me, pretty wench,
[ALL]
In English or in French.
Bon voyage - "bon voyage".
[APOSTLES]
And there's no cure like travel
To help you dishevel, etc.
[APOSTLES' WOMEN + CLAUDIA]
Bon voyage,
I mean "bon voyage", etc.
[PILATE]
(spoken)
Okay, if I speak Latin, and the rest of you speak Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek, why are we singing in French?
[CLAUDIA]
(spoken)
No idea, whatsoever, Pontius dear.
[APOSTLES + APOSTLES' WOMEN]
And there's no cure like travel
To help you dishevel
The chances of dying today.
When Pilate's whip is cracking
There's nothing like packing
A suitcase and sailing away.
We'll hide out in Vienna,
Granada, Ravenna, Sienna
But watch out for Rome!
Have as high time, a low time,
And in no time
You'll be singing "Home, Sweet Home".
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