After A-bombs, nerves, and taxes, I know just what might relax us. There's a sunny strip of beach, and it isn't hard to reach. We could share such warm embraces, watching out for sunburned places. Lying there upon the sand, cold martini close at hand. If you're feeling run down, I've prescribed some fun. Come with me for a season, a season in the sun. I've been making my plans, I know you're the one. So come with me for a season, a season in the sun. When you plan your holiday, hope you think of me. I'm the girl to take along, full of joie de vivre. I've a swimsuit from France, guaranteed to stun. It's not much more than a big leap for a season in the sun. Don't bother to pack, just *** your shirt and run. And come with me for a season, a season in the sun. Don't bring any friends, though they may be fun. Just you and I by the ocean, season in the sun. Let the others try vermouth and gin, a handy rum or salsa. Coconut oil and lanolin for rubbing backs and elsewhere. Please don't forget the dream we spun. Just you and I by the ocean, season in the sun.