» On Holiday
I'm heading for the beaches and the sandy shore
Strange to think that someday
We were hoping and were thinking that there's so much more
But Baby don't you fear
I'll fix it when I'm back next year
I'm on Holiday
I'm leaving here on Sunday
I'm waiting for my luggage and my taxi cab
Hard to think that one day
I'll be thinking you're the best thing that I ever had
But Baby don't you fear
We're fine for yet another year
We're on Holiday
We'll take out towels down to the beach
And give 'em away
D'y think out grasp exceeds our reach?
Or does it today?
Anyway
I'm leaving here on Sunday
I'm leaving with some music and a fancy tan
I'm back to work on Monday
I'm working in an office as a Salaryman
But Baby don't you fear
Your prescence is forever near
Forever Holiday
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