Blue Skies (Feat. Frank Sinatra)
Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra
3:20I'm so tired of this dull routine Up to town on the eight fifteen Back at night, off to bed and then Get up and start it all over again Let's take a boat to Bermuda Let's take a plane to Saint Paul Let's take 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 We'll visit every state And I'll repeat, I love you sweet In all the forty eight Let's go again to Niagra 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 Hey, let's motor down to Miami Let's climb the Grand Canyon Wall Let's catch tuna way out in Laguna Let's get away from it all Let's travel south of the border I'll get a real Spanish shawl For me a muchacha, but not while I watch ya Let's get away from it all Oh, they say there's no place quite like home A charming thought and pure But until the world we roam How can we be sure So we're off, off to Niagra This time we're digging the fall Let's leave the hut, dear Get out of our rut, dear Order a jet, that's what we'll get And we'll fly away from it all