Текст Jr. Albert Hammond – Holiday

Wake up, months of change have fucked me up

I got the brakes
I got the brakes

Your laughter takes me from disaster to tears

(Come on)

Jamaica, oo I’m gonna take you away
On holiday, on holiday
Our problems, time will have to solve them someday
On holiday, on holiday

Warm sun tells me that its more fun to stay
On holiday, on holiday