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Holiday, oh, holiday!
And the best one of the year
Dozing off underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears

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

Holiday, still so far away
Our republic on the beach
I can't forget just how bad it gets
When I'm counting on my tea

But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
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 AK
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

So if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear