Holiday, O, 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

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’d never seen an AK
In a yellowy Day Glo display
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