Brighton Rock

Happy little day, Jimmy went away

Met his little Jenny on a public holiday

A happy pair they made, so decorously laid

'Neath the gay illuminations all along the promenade

It's so good to know there's still a little magic in the air

I'll weave my spell

Jenny will you stay, tarry me with pray

Nothing e'er come between us, tell me, love, what do you say

Oh, no, I must away to my mom in disarray

If my mother should discover how I spent my holiday

It would be of small avail to talk of magic in the air

I'll say farewell

Oh, rock of ages, do not crumble, love is breathing still

Oh, lady, moonshine down a little people magic if you will

Jenny pines away, writes a letter every day

We must ever be together, nothing can my love erase

Oh, no, I'm compromised, I must apologize

If my lady should discover how I spent my holidays