Why some people should fly

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[OneFinger]

I laughed so hard I actually started crying. Thanks for the great link.

[seattlebottom]

The article reminded me of the Atlanta Olympic Games, when New Mexico was considered a foreign country.

[Guest DickHo]

Why Do The Wrong People Travel (from Sail Away)

Noel Coward

 

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 various breeds and sexes,

Till the whole world reels

To shouts and squeals

And the clicking of Rolleiflexes.

 

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 bags to Zanzibar

Instead of staying quietly in Omaha?

The Taj Mahal

And 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 criticise or cavil

At a genuine urge to roam,

But why oh why do the wrong people travel

When the right people stay back home!

 

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?

In 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.

It would take years to un ravel - ravel - ravel

Every impulse that makes them roam

But why oh why do the wrong people travel

When 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 Pompeii

On the only day

That it's up to its ears in molten lava.

 

Millions of tourists are churning up the gravel

While they gaze at St. Peter's Dome,

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,

Won't someone tell me

Why the right people stay back home!