Better in Hoboken

Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk

When Ivor peered above her spectacle

Forgot that he had wrecked a girl

Sometime these eyes

Forget the face they're peering from

When the face they peer upon

Well you know that face as I do

And how in the return of the gaze

She can return you the face that you are staring from

It's always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That's why we only work when we need the money

It's always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That's why we only work when we need the money

Gregor was down again

Said, 'Come on, kick me again'

Said, 'I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me'

Come on you gutless

Yeah, I'm alive

I'm alive

I'm alive and how I know it

But for chips, and for freedom I could die

It's always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That's why we only work when we need the money

It's always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That's why we only work when we need the money

It's always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That's why we only work when we need the money