Frankie: I'd like to get away, Junior,
Somewhere alone with you.
It could be oh, so gay, Junior!
You need a laugh or two.
Junior: A certain place I know, Frankie,
Whee funny people can have fun.
That's where we two will go, darling,
Before you can count up
One, two, three,
For...

There’s a small hotel
With a wishing well;
I wish that we were there
Together.
There’s a bridal suite,
One room bright an 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.

Pretty window curtains made of chintz
In our make-believe land.
On the wall are sev'ral cheerful prints
Of Grant and Grover Cleveland.
Go down into the parlor and feast your eyes
On the moosehead on the wall.
Perhaps you'd like to play the organ--
They tune it ev'ry other fall.
The garden will be like
Adam and Eve land.
No, they never did go in for carriage trade;
They get what is known as marriage trade.

Oh, when the steeple bell Says "Good night sleep well,"
We’ll thank the small hotel.
We'll creep into our little shell,
And we’ll thank the small hotel.
Together.

There’s a small hotel
Which we loved so well--
From there we'll get the air
Tomorrow.
One big bill to pay,
One old jazz ballet,
Is all we have to share
Tomorrow.
Looking through the window
Is a man with a subpoena.
If you lose that meanie.
You're Houdini.
When the steeple bell
Says "Good night sleep well,"
We’ll miss that small hotel.
Together.