Holiday to the sun

A summer week away; an idyllic island bay 
We‘re going on our holiday to the sun
Hotel by the sea; all inclusive; drinks are free 
We’re going on our holiday to the sun
A bargain bucket flight in the middle of the night 
On our holiday now to the sun
The resort you will know; from reality TV shows 
On our holiday now to the sun

Driving to Heathrow whichever way you go; parked upon the motorway, just stop and never go
Check in at the gate, apologise you’re late, but they tax you on your duty free your bags are over weight
Then flying to the Med again at loggerheads; waiting for your luggage it’s in Rotterdam instead
Arrive in early morn, not long before the dawn; woken by the next door flat, a rowing on the lawn
Going on our holiday to the sun; we’re going on our holiday to the sun

Sunbathing by the pool; trying to act so cool; when you’re skin is roasting, toasting; factor one that’s the rule
Going out at night; fluorescent burning bright; tomato skin, wafer thin, patchwork red and white
Downing shots and ice; just add a little spice; end up sleeping in the gutter; that started warm and nice
Wake up, wallet shorn; wet and so forlorn; from the spit and piss the drunks insist would help to keep you warm
Going on our holiday to the sun; we’re going on our holiday to the sun