Holiday, o, a holiday!

And the best one of the year

Dozing off underneath my sheets

While I cover both my ears

But if I wait for a holiday could it stop my fear?

To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear

Holiday, still so far away

Our republic on the beach

I can’t forget just how bad it gets

When I’m counting on my teeth

But if I wait for a holiday

Could it stop my fear?

To go away on a summer’s day

Never seemed so clear

A vegetarian since the invasion,

She’d never seen the word bombs

She’d never seen the word bombs blown up

To 96 point Futura

She’s never seen an AK

In yellowy day-glo display

A t-shirt so lovely it turned all the history books grey

I’ve got wheels, I’ve got Cutter Spray

And a healthy sense of worth

Half of me is the gasoline

But the other half’s the surf

So if I wait for a holiday could it stop my fear?

To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear