I'd like to get away, Junior

Somewhere alone with you

It could be oh so gay, Junior

You need a laugh or two A certain place I know, Frankie

Where funny people can have fun

That's where we two will go, darling Before you can count up

One, two, three, four

There's a small hotel

With a wishing well I wish that we were there together

There's a bridal suite

One room bright and neat

Complete for us to share together Looking through the window

You can see a distant steeple

Not a sign of people

Who wants people? When the steeple bell says, 'Goodnight, sleep well'

We'll thank the small hotel

We'll creep into our little shell

And we will thank the small hotel together