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 teeth 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's 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