I think I need to getaway
Take a little holiday
Don’t worry we won’t be that long
It’ll be like we had never gone
We’ll switch on the old radio
We’ve still got a few miles to go
We’ll be breathing in the summer air
Which apparently is better there
Where shall we go dear
Same place every year
Gotta get away on my stupid holiday
Yeah
So maybe your escape is drugs
Or maybe it is alcohol
Mine is in a caravan
Don’t get me wrong I know it’s bland
It will be just like
Every other time
But it sure beats my life
