Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday could it ever stop my fear? To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear Holiday, still so far away Our republic on the beach I can’t forget just how bad it gets When I’m counting on my teeth But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer’s day Never seemed so clear A vegetarian since the invasion She’d never seen the word BOMBS She’d never seen the word BOMBS blown up To 96 point Futura She’d never seen an AK In a yellowy Day Glo display A t-shirt so lovely it turned all the history books grey I’ve got wheels, I’ve got cutter spray And a healthy sense of worth Half of me is the gasoline But the other half’s the surf So if I wait for a holiday could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer’s day never seemed so clear