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 the 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, "Good night, sleep well," we'll thank the small hotel together

We'll creep into our little shell, and we will thank the small hotel together