Holidays

Stumble out of bed and go to work at half past seven
At night you fix some food and watch TV until eleven
And inbetween your coffeebreaks you try to earn a fortune
'Cause you are daddy's pride and joy
The travelagents start to advertise on new years day
Eat mustard in Dijon or take a swim in Pocketbay
Your boss is breathing down your neck you need to get away
And it will soon be holiday
With pockets full of cash
And friends with names like Jack and Nash
You book the cheapest trip you can
And then you're off to wonderland
And you get pissed on your way there
And make rude comments to a queer
But Jackie throws him off the boat
A french policeman makes a note
Your friends at work all envy you bacause you've seen the world
You've got some news from Athens and you claim you kissed a french girl
You tell them that you're half a man without all new impressions
You need your kicks like they need air
With pockets full of cash
And friends with names like Jack and Nash
You book the cheapest trip you can
And then you're off to wonderland
And you get stoned when you arrive
And Jackie doubts that you're alive
He digs a grave with his own hands
A dutch policeman stops his plans