Lyrics by Lorenz Hart, music by Richard Rodgers
Lyrics published on The Complete Lyrics of Lorenz Hart
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Tag: Homosexuality

Come with me	
Where the food is free	
Where the landlord never comes near you	
Be a guest in a house of rest	
Where the best of fellows can cheer you.	
There's your own little room	
So cool, not too much light	
Where you're one man for whom	
No wife waits up at night	
When day enda	
You have lots of friends	
Who will guard you well while you slumber	
Safe from battle and stife	
Safe from the wind and gale	
Come with me to jail	
You'll never have to fetch the milk	
Or walk the dog at early dawn	
There's no -"Get up- you're late for work!"	
While you rest in the pearly dawn	
You're never bored by politics	
You're privileged to miss a row	
Of tragedies by Sophocles	
And diatribes by Cicero	
Your brother's wife will never come	
On sunday noon to bring to you	
Her little son who plays the lute,	
Her little girl to sing to you	
You can commit you little "sin"	
And relatives won't yel "Fie!"	
You needn't take the annual trip 	
To the oracle at Delphi	
You snore and swear and strech and yawn	
In this, your strictly male house	
The only way that sinners go to Heaven	
Is in the jailhouse!	
Sheet music:

The Boys From Syracuse (1997 Studio Cast)
The Boys From Syracuse (1953 Studio Cast)

The Boys from Syracuse (1963 London Cast)
The Boys From Syracuse (1963 Broadway Revival Cast)

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