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...