[Lyric] Travelling Light Unused (Frank Loesser)

Most guys buy themselves houses
And promptly box themselves in
With the stove, and the wife, the subscription to Life
And the sound of Junior practicing violin
And they no longer dream about places they'll go
They just brood about places they've been

Well, thank you very much
Oh, the joys be many
Thank you very much
I'm not having any

I'm travelling light
No one's weighing me down
Got my ticket in my pocket
And I'm ready to [?] town
Ticket in my pocket and I'm ready to [?] town

Travelling light
Mister, see what I mean?
Got my ticket in my pockеt
If I don't like your routine
Ticket in my pockеt and I'm ready to break clean
And I'm damned if your mortgage I'll carry
Though your proposition's a beaut
And I'm damned if your sister I'll marry
Guess I left my heart in my other suit

And I'm travelling light
No one's weighing me down
Got my ticket in my pocket
For the minute the gods frown
Ticket in my pocket and I'm ready to [?] town