Из альбома: Live In Carré
Hey, hey, hey
you're on a holiday
and you don't hear this song on repeat
Hey, hey, hey
you don't have to stay
what ever you want
what ever you need
I wonder how many fingers
filthy from
browsing through postcards with views
have touched the sugarcube
I've put in my mouth
to sweeten things up
Everybody is just looking down
on miniatures of important statues
comparing them at every boutique
They're cheaper over here
but those were bigger
and there's no room in my suitcase
Hey, hey, hey
you're on a holiday
and you don't hear this song on repeat
Hey, hey, hey
you don't have to stay
what ever you want
what ever you need
Oh, the air is too humid
The food is shitty
The beds are too hard
It's far away from the beach
The only thing around the corner
is the ATM
We spend our money at the hotel bar
Hey, hey, hey
you're on a holiday
and you don't hear this song on repeat
Hey, hey, hey
you don't have to stay
what ever you want
what ever you need
Boring, ugly, hot, shitty
The weather's even worse
Smelly, rotten, old, dirty
They stole my purse
Boring, ugly, hot, shitty
The weather's even worse
Smelly, rotten, old, dirty
They stole my purse
We didn't come here to be satisfied
We didn't come here to be satisfied
We didn't come here to be satisfied
No, that's pretty difficult
Hey, hey, hey
you're on a holiday
and you don't hear this song on repeat
Hey, hey, hey
you don't have to stay
what ever you want
what ever you need