"Heaven By The Sea (Reprise)" lyrics - 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