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