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
Oh no I must away to my Mum 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
O Rock of Ages  do not crumble  love is breathing still
O Lady Moon  shine down a little people magic if you will

Jenny pines away  writes a letter everyday
Oh no I'm compromised  I must apologise
If my lady should discover how I spent my holidays