I've got a week away booked in
And soon I will return from it
I've had a good time looking forwards
And I'll have fun looking back on it
I'll take a lot (a lot!) of photos
To prove we had the best of it
I'm only living in the present now
About a week a year
All I need is a long weekend
Until I get back to it
I'll sit at my desk with my tan lines showing
Like a cooked pig in sh**
I've been working very hard to earn
A little rest from working very hard
The only days of note in the whole year
It's like rehab for proletariats
If only everybody had the chance to
Work themselves to d**h like me
So they could never be content
And never be entirely free
All I need is a long weekend
Until I get back to it
I'll sit at my desk with my tan lines showing
Like a cooked pig in sh**
A few days a year I'm not Bill from shipping
Or Julie from accounts
But an avant-garde independent
Whose vocation is to slouch
All I need is a long weekend
Until I get back to it
I'll sit at my desk with my tan lines showing
Like a cooked pig in sh**
A few days a year I'm not Bill from shipping
I'm not Julie from accounts
But an avant-garde independent
Whose vocation is to slouch
I got a week away booked in and soon I will be back from it
I had a good time looking forwards and I'll have fun looking back on it
I got a f**ing boring life, I need a f**ing boring break from it
I'm living in the present never, hardly ever
(Then the world around me fell
Or I fell away from the world)