Caught a fish with my hands And I put it on the ground I'm going back down to the beach To find something else to kill
I grab fruit from the trees And I put it in the sauce I don't have to go to work I said "I'm fired" to my boss
Drank 'til I was sick And slept 'til I woke up Had a glass of wine Went outside to throw it up
Yelled at some kids I took off all my clothes They hit me in the face The blood was pouring out my nose
What a beach holiday What a beach holiday What a beach holiday What a beach holiday
Blood ran down my face And I caught it with my hands I took a stick to mark the place Dug a hole in the sand
Covered it back up Just as soon as it got full All the blood turned into eggs And all the eggs turned into gold
What a perfect way What a picture-perfect way to spend Every waking hour Perfect, beach holidayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
