Jacqueline was seventeen
Working on a desk
When Ivor
Peered above a spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
Sometimes 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 tha 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

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
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...