歌词
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 bustle and the crowd
On a little slice of heaven by the sea
It's the last day of the season to indulge
（or get the factory and the throng）
Get rested and relaxed at fancy free
（homeward bound and back to work）
from all Away 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 servant stands and brings the food
The peace and calm the rest will do
So near the sea and spray
The city falls away
The sun the sea the salty air
The lines of people with room to spare
And the pretzels and the custard
And the girls the pranks the mustard
And the tanning and the lotion
And the pier the beer the ocean
And the oysters and the pickles
And the nachos 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 blessed little beach
Far beyond the city's reach
And it's only for us
All the joys come from the west
From the city's wild excess
And forgetting all i've lost
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
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