It's good to go away for the summer It's good to lie awake all night I got this real bad habit Of settin up camp where the lightnin' strikes
Why don't cha sit me down in the kitchen? Why don't cha tell me cut my hair? Why don't cha stop looking through the mirror? Wearing out that far off stare
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday Yeah yeah How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday Yeah yeah Well these people get so mean When they grind you through the gears of the big machine
I've seen a little too much highway I've drank a little too much wine I've kept too many deep dark secrets That sooner or later wear out my mind
I've got an unclear destination I've been an irresponsible son I should've seen it coming I get all wound up and then I pop like a gun
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday Yeah yeah How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday Yeah yeah I don't want to make no scene I'm just looking for another dirty way to keep clean
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday Yeah yeah How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday Yeah yeah As silly as it seems I'm just looking for another dirty way to keep cleanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
