Off on Holiday (instrumental) Songtext
von Suggs

Finally, the car is packed, we′re on our way
Down to the south east coast on our holiday.
The kids are rowing in the back about who's coat flew off the roof-rack
We′re on our way, we're off on holiday.

Hey, hey
We're off on holiday.

Hey, hey
We′re off on holiday.

Some seek enlightenment on the hippy trail
The Great Wall of China, the Head of Kinsale.
I′m just as happy with a pot of tea in a rotten little beach hut by the sea
We're on our way, we′re off on holiday.


Hey, hey
We're off on holiday.

Hey, hey
We′re off on holiday.

Now we're away, we′re not coming back
Stick your bills and phone calls
And give me the sack
We're on our way.


It's only a small place
It′s often cold and grey
The beach is made of pebbles.
Not many people come this way
But when the temperature′s rising
And the sun is shining
We're on our way
We′re off on holiday.