Heaven By The Sea (Reprise) - Andrew Lloyd Webber

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 crowds

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)

Away 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 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