Let's Grab A Kayak To Quincy Or Nyack,

Synchronicity: A trip to Amherst and Northampton, the passing of Jo Stafford and the online discovery that the great 4th grade teacher from PS 177 (circa 1957), Beverly Feuer, is alive and well in Nyack

Let's take a boat to Bermuda.
Let's take a plane to St. Paul.
Let's grab a kayak to Quincy or Nyack,
Let's get away from it all.
Let's take a trip in a trailer,
No need to come back at all.
Let's take a powder to Boston for chowder.
Let's get away from it all.
We'll travel 'round from town to town,
The whole wide world we'll see
And I'll repeat I love you sweet
Wherever we may be
Let's go again to Niagara.
This time we'll look at the fall
Let's leave our hut, dear,
Get out of our rut, dear.
Let's get away from it all.
So tired of the dull routine
Up to town on the 8:15
Back at night, off to bed and then
Get up and start it all over again
Let's motor down to Miami
Let's climb the Grand Canyon Wall
Let's catch a big tuna
In Laguna
Let's get away from it all
Let's spend some time
Way down in Dixie
I'll get a real southern drawl
Off to Reno
Won't play keno
Let's get away from it all
No place like home sweet home
It's a charming thought and cure
But until the world we roam
How can we be sure?
Off to Niagra
Next time we're digging the falls
Yes, we're leaving
We're hitting the road
Oh we're leaving,
We're hitting the road
Yes, we're leaving
We're hitting the road
Oh we're getting away from it all