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 are 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