Better in Hoboken
One, two, three, four
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
Jacqueline was 17, working on a desk
When Ivor peered above her spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
But sometime 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 the gaze
She can return you the face that you're staring from
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
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"
But come on you gutless
Yeah, 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
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money, yeah
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
Jacqueline was 17, working on a desk
When Ivor peered above her spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl
But sometime 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 the gaze
She can return you the face that you're staring from
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
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"
But come on you gutless
Yeah, 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
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hardy, Nicholas John Mccarthy, Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley
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