Jacqueline

Jacqueline was seventeen working on a desk
When Ivor peered above a spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl

Sometimes his eyes
Sometimes his eyes
Forget the face they're peering from
When the face they peer upon
You know that face as I do
And how in the return of the gaze
She can return you the face
That you are 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, kiss me again"
Said "I'm so drunk, I don't mind if you fuck me"
Come on you, gutless
I'm alive, oh I'm alive
I'm alive, and how I know it
But for chips and for freedom I could fly

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