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