Goldie Lookin Chain - Holiday lyrics

Alright, got your pa**port? Check Got your t-shirts? Check Got your sungla**es? Check......... Aw no, aw no, I left 'em in the caaar Alright, have you got... Your draw? Check Got your f*gs? Check Got your rizla? Check They're the 3 things you need to be in the glc........ Right, lets go on 'oliday! Yey, safe as fuk, wey Alright, I'm goin' on holiday I'm goin' away for a fukin' week and a day I'm gonna stay there and with some of my mates And get wrecked up and drink beer by the crate I go's away.......... Another can I sold my car and bought a camper-van But I only got as far as fukin' Porthcawl When the engine fuked up and it started to stall I've packed my case and I'm on my way It's time to go on fukin' holiday I booked it last month and it wasn't very dear I don't care where I go just as long as there's beer I gets off the plane, there's a pain in my a** But that's only because it's rammed with gra** Then the bloke looked at me funny and thought that I was scum Next things I knows I'm in fukin' customs Chorus - Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it right the dss'll fukin' pay Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it fukin' right the dss'll fukin' pay I saved all my cash and went to Ibiza With eggsie and his cousin and a girl named Rita But when we got there it was hot as hell We forgot to book a fukin' hotel We had no hotel, we had a tent We had to find a place to rent So adam hussain had a quick look around And found a nice piece of fukin' camping ground I go's on holiday with my nan We gotta really book a caravan I fukin' loves it, I always want more This year we're going to fukin' Bangor Met a girl called Sharon, she's really quite fit Went to a club in Barry, it was fukin' sh** I couldn't stay there very long So I went back the hotel and smoked up a bong Chorus - Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it right the dss'll fukin' pay Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it fukin' right the dss'll fukin' pay I got to Spain and I had no money I thought, 'fuk this, i'll get some curry' I looked at the birds, they looked really nice A bit like some dirty meat lookin' for some spice Like a curry... Aaahh You gotta get away to work on your tan So I go's with adam and his nan I gotta get down to somwhere by the sea So I stays in a fukin' B&B, you knows it Oue la piscine et dans la gare? I dunno much french so I won't get far I ask all these ba*tards if they knows where to go To get some crazy d** like some speed or some blow Chorus - Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it right the dss'll fukin' pay Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it fukin' right the dss'll fukin' pay I got my lotion and my flip-flops They were on sale in that b-boy shop I's goin' away on my holidays To top up my tan and get some rays Laters, clarts, I'm off on a plane They better be ready for adam hussain Got my exctasy stashed, it's time for some fun And I'm off to Spain to get me some sun Loads of birds on the beach, lookin' real fine Gotta get some action, quick time I said to this french bloke, 'do you know half a Q? ' I think he said, er, 'fuk you' 'alright mate, do you know half a quarter? ' 'hey, fuk you and fuk your daughter' Chorus - Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it right the dss'll fukin' pay Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday If you do's it fukin' right the dss'll fukin' pay