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 Away from all the hustle and the bustle and the crowd On a little slice of heaven by the sea It's the last day of the season to indulge or give the factory and the crowd To be rested and relaxed and fancy free One more more then back to free From all the bother and the hassle and the noise With your lady And your fella And your kids And your umbrella On a little slice of heaven by the sea The surf, the sand, the breeze, the food The peace and calm, the rest will loot Amid the sea and spray The city falls away The songs of the sea Within the salty air From miles of peace with room to spare And the pretzels And the custard And the girls The pranks The mustard And the tapioca And the lotion And the peas The beer The ocean And the oysters And the pickles And the macros And the steamers It's a little slice of heaven by the sea What a day to get away from the frantic urban fray On a cluster and a bus To this massive little beach Far beyond the city's reach And it's only for us What a joy to prom the west From the city's wild excess And forget it all like us 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 Hey, hey, get out of the way