There's a small hotel with a wishing well
There's a bridal suite, one room bright and neat
Complete for us to share together
A certain place I know, Frankie, where funny people can have fun
Looking through the window, you can see a distant steeple
Before you can count up, one, two, three, four
That's where the two will go, darling
I wish that we were there together
We'll thank the small hotel together
Not a sign of people, who wants people?
When the steeple bell says, "Good night, sleep well"
We'll creep into our little shell