Travel bug tunes

I’m leaving, on a jet plane
I know when I’ll be back again
as I walk through a pile of clothes
and other tidbits on the floor
I begin to wonder
just how big the bag will grow?
Will it be little, will it be big?
here’s what my Mum said to me,
Ke sera sera, what will fit, will fit,
and so I go on my own,
tackling the debris of some clothes
and some soap
as I sway to music on the floor
others dancers may be jealous
that I’ll be off, to see land new
singing aplenty tunes
(off key, mind you).
Ah, travel bug, you!
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to packing I go!

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