We Need A Holiday (To Get Over The Holiday)

INTRO (spoken) You all know that feeling… “I need a holiday…” Usually after years of hard slog But these days… we need a holiday to get over the holiday VERSE 1 Let me tell you a story you’ll know what I mean That “I need a holiday” feelin’ kicks in Our two young whipper-snappers, full of energy Our daughter and her hubby say, “Come away with us” “We’ll fly you to Tassie, it’ll do you good” “Hire a car, see the sights just like you should” Sounds easy enough, yeah we both agree… (Little did we know what that’d turn out to be…) VERSE 2 So off we head with Tasmania in our sights Dramas at the airport brushed off, she’ll be right Up we go in the wide blue skies Us oldies do alright on the flight this time Hit the ground and it all takes off runnin’ Grab the hire car, chuck the luggage in “Don’t think it’ll fit!” - “Of course it will, just shove!” “Take it easy…” “Ah, that’s nothin’ compared to what they’ve done above!” CHORUS We need a holiday after the holiday Just to get over the getaway What used to be a break now wears us out this way Yeah we need a holiday after the holiday No plans, no rush, just a quiet day No flights, no bags gettin’ in the way If that’s what they call a getaway… We need a holiday after the holiday VERSE 3 Straight off the plane up Mount Wellington way What a drive up there, takes your breath away Blusterin’ winds and freezin’ cold air But what a sight… worth gettin’ up there Then it’s walkin’, walkin’, more each day Battery Point streets all the old way I did the rounds, them houses so grand Old man stayed parked said “Nah… not today” VERSE 4 Port Arthur first “You’ll love it,” they said Hundred acres wide… we saw twenty instead Hitched a lift in a buggy, saved our old knees Young ones kept marchin’ like they had the breeze Salamanca Markets near a kilometre long Three big flights of stairs what could go wrong? Must’ve been thirty steps… maybe more By the top of that lot, I was feelin’ it sure BRIDGE Nine days of this my brain’s feelin’ tired Tryin’ to remember it all… I’m near expired It was amazin’, yeah that’s the truth But these old bones ain’t built like youth I brought home a souvenir, didn’t cost me a cent… Been crook ever since don’t know where it went! Coughin’ and splutterin’, hear that devil sound… Like a Tassie devil howlin’ outta me now Passin’ it on to the old man too… That’s one thing we didn’t plan to do! FINAL CHORUS We need a holiday after the holiday Just to get over the getaway What used to be a break now wears us out this way Yeah we need a holiday after the holiday We need a holiday after the holiday OUTRO (spoken) Next time they say… “Come on a holiday…” We might just say… “Not today.”