Holiday

Too many emails
Too much stress
The girl with bipolar
Sits at the next desk
Too many emails
I gotta get drunk
Coming of the rails
I'm just a punk

I'm going on a holiday
We're going on a holiday
We'll get messed up
And we'll get real drunk
When enough's enough
Oh no not next month
Today
We're going on a holiday

No need to book no
Stupid flight
Just take the bus somewhere
And party all night
They call it teacher's cottage
You gotta be rich
I just want to get out
It's time to get lit

I'm going on a holiday
We're going on a holiday
We'll get messed up
And we'll get real drunk
When enough's enough
Oh no not next month
Yeah when times get tough
You should just man up
When enough's enough
We'll just get fucked up
And we'll get real drunk
And we'll watch how it
Hits the fan next month
When enough's enough
You should just man up
Come on just man up
And say
We're going on a holiday

We're going on a holiday
We're going on a holiday
We're going on a holiday
We're going on a holiday



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Anderson
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