Let's pack our bags and go to Florida for the winter
And meet ourselves some real nice folks
A little on the older side, and little on hope
We'll hold their hands as they walk across the street
Help 'em wipe their goddamn a**
And when they're all fast asleep, steal their medicine cabinet
Take it back home for the kids to go to school
Make enough damn dough to burn a wet bank mule
I'm in between jobs with nothing to do
Girl, it's vacation time
It's honest work, I mean it's honestly a ha**le
Folks get madder than fire
If they catch you in the witching hour
Trying to steal their copper wire
But if we get it, got a cousin at the scrapyard
Aunt Betty raised a goddamn saint!
He always offers top dollar
He's always giving me a fair shake
We oughta save a little while we're still around
We gotta keep ourselves busy as we're coming down
And it sure beats diggin' underneath the ground
Savin' vacation time
Ain't hard, I taught Junior how to do it
And he's touched in the head, dark child
Blames it on the drug use, honey
What does he know anyhow?
Takes a little honest work
But pretty much cooks itself
I got a buddy on the mountain having
Trouble keepin' it on the shelf
And if we turn a profit, don't you worry, boo
We'll put a couple good snorts back for me and you
It'll keep you tweakin', keep ya going through
Til we get vacation time