Better in Hoboken

Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk 
  When Ivor peered above her spectacle 
  Forgot that he had wrecked a girl 
  Sometime these eyes forget the face they're peering from 
  When the face they peer upon 
  Well you know that face as I do 
  And how in the return of the gaze 
  She can return you the face that you're staring from 

  It's always better on holiday 
  So much better on holiday 
  That's why we only work when we need the money 

  It's always better on holiday 
  So much better on holiday 
  That's why we only work when we need the money 

  Gregor was down again 
  Said, 'Come on, kick me again' 
  Said, 'I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me' 

  Come on you gutless 
  Yeah, I'm alive 
  I'm alive 
  I'm alive and how I know it 
  But for chips, and for freedom I could die 

  It's always better on holiday 
  So much better on holiday 
  That's why we only work when we need the money 

  It's always better on holiday 
  So much better on holiday 
  That's why we only work when we need the money 

  It's always better on holiday 
  So much better on holiday 
  That's why we only work when we need the money