| It’s the last day of the season
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| And there ain’t a single cloud
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| What a day to leave the city on a spree
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| Away from all the hustle
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| And the bustle and the crowds
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| On a little slice of heaven by the sea
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| It’s the last day of the season to indulge
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| (Or get the factory and the throng)
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| Get rested and relaxed at fancy free
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| (Homeward bound and back to work)
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| Away from all the bother
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| And the hassle and the noise
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| With your lady and your fella
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| And your kids and your umbrella
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| On a little slice of heaven by the sea
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| The servant stands and brings the food
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| The peace and calm, the rest will do
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| So near the sea and spray
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| The city falls away
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| The sun, the sea, the salty air
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| The lines of people with room to spare
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| And the pretzels and the custard
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| And the girls, the pranks, the mustard
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| And the tanning and the lotion
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| And the pier, the beer, the ocean
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| And the oysters and the pickles
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| And the nachos and the steamers
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| It’s a little slice of heaven by the sea
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| What a treat to get away
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| From the frantic and the fray
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| All the fluster and the fuss
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| To this blessed little beach
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| Far beyond the city’s reach
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| And it’s only for us
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| All the joys come from the west
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| From the city’s wild excess
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| And forgetting all I’ve lost
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| On this sheltered little slice
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| Of a seaside paradise
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| It’s the last day of the season
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| So relax and have a beer
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| Hurry up, the summer’s almost over |