(Brian May)

Happy little day Jimmy
went away
Met his little Jenny on a public holiday
happy pair they made so
decorously laid
’Neath the [bad word] 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 with
me pray
Nothing e’er [bad word] between us
Tell me love what do
you say?
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
Oh rock of ages do not [bad word] Love is
breathing still
Oh lady moon
shine down
little people magic if
you will

Jenny pines away writes a letter
ev’ry day
We must ever be together
Nothing can my
love erase
Oh no [bad word] I must
apologize if my lady should discover
How
I spent
my holidays