Baby, let's go to England
We'll sail across the sea
Then we'll stay in Amsterdam
Just to feel free
And to Norway where the sun shines endlessly
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Maybe we'll go to Paris
We could write a book
And if we just have to stay
We could learn to cook
Drive across the south of France and have a look
And see the Holy Land
I reckon Iran
And lots of sand in
We'll play the night away
We'll go to Pakistan
Afghanistan
And we could stay to better places
to me
[Verse 3: Robert Lamm]
Baby, it rains in Hong Kong
It's beautiful to see
Take the count of ferry boats
Rather drink for free
Baby, walk the high and run the hills with me
[Chorus: Robert Lamm]
Baby, let's go to Paris
To Venice, and to Rome
Open up about it, now
The world can be our home
There's no reason why the world can't be our home