One, two, three, four

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

Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk
When Ivor peered above her spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
But 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