Working too hard on a 7/7, another 14 hour shift no sign of heaven
Seems like the time to take a holiday, checked the bank account it’s red again
Checking out the change in the biscuit tin, £2 flight is looking mighty thin
Press that switch and go online, gonna check my mailbox one more time
Something’s creeping into view, another red letter “hi” come a chasin’ you
Checkin’ out the specials with the booze all in, bottom of the page that’s where I’m gonna begin
Scroll up, scroll down, nothing doing
Sun, sea and sand’s what I need now, it’s a nice idea but I don’t know how
Solve this dilemma when I’m on a roll, I end up hiking to the North Pole
Grab my guitar and clean underpants, looks like I’m busking all the way down to the South of France
Got on the ferry and I started to wail, I was singing for my supper in a force ten gale
Rockin and a rollin all the way to Spain, eating my lunch again and again
Brighten up the show with a Technicolor yawn, ten miles on I was wishing I’d never been born
Rise up, fall down, keep your supper down
48 hours and I’m on dry land, I booked a nice hotel with a beach full of sand
One star room on the 52nd floor, ten kids screaming in the room next door
Five minutes on the bed I was starting to wheeze, seems they double booked me with a
Starving party of fleas
Went down by the pool to do some lounging around,
I was checking out the talent in some shades I found
In the midday sun I took a power nap, woke up a negative panda in a flame grilled flap
Wishing I was home with the NHS, beam me up Scotty, think I’ve done this holiday to death
One time, head out, head up, ride on
Mount up, ride out, ride in, I gotta get on home
Find a chick, find a doctor, get laid, get laid. Get laid, get laid, get laid……
(Words and music by Doc. © Cyhoeddiadau Mwldan)
