Heaven By The Sea

It's the last day of the season
And there ain't a single cloud
What a day to leave the city on a spree
I wave of all the hustle
And the bustle and the crowds
On a little slice of heaven by the sea

It's the last day of the season
To indulge a sin of choice
(Forget the factory and the scrum)
To be rested and relaxed and fancy free
(One day more than back to work)
To flee from all the bother
And the hassle and the noise

With your lady
And your fella
And your kids and your umbrella
On al little slice of heaven by the sea

The surf, the sand, the breeze, the food
The peace and calm, the restful mood
Amid the sea and spray
The city falls away
The sun, the sea, the salty air
The miles of beach with room to spare

And the pretzels!
And the custard!
And the girls!
The francs!
The mustard!
And the tanning!
And the lotion!
And the pier!
The beer!
The ocean!
And the oysters!
And the pickles!
And the knockwurst!
And the steamers!
It's a little slice of heaven by the sea!

What a treat to get away
From the frantic and the fray
All the fluster and the fuss
To this placid little beach
Far beyond the city's reach
And it's only for us

What a joy to convalesce
From the city's wild excess
And forget it all like thus
On this sheltered little slice
Of a seaside paradise

It's the last day of the season
So relax and have a beer
Hurry up, the summer's almost over