Holiday, oh, a holiday
And the best one of the year
Underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears

But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fears?
To go away on a summer’s day
Never seemed so clear

Holiday, still so far away
A 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 fears?
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’d never seen an A-K in a yellowy day-glo display
A t-shirt so lovely, it turned all the history books grey

I got wheels, I got Cutter spray
And a healthy sense of worth
Half of me is the gasoline
But the other half’s the surf

But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fears?
To away on a summer’s day
Never seemed so clear