Holiday, oh, holiday
And the best one of the year
Dozin' off underneath my sheets
While I cover both my ears
But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear
Holiday, still so far away
Our republic on the beach
I can't forget just how bad it gets
When I'm countin' on my tea
But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear
A vegetarian since the invasion
She'd never seen the word "bombs"
She'd never seen the word "bombs" blown-up
To 96 point Futura
She'd never seen an A.K.
In a yellowy Day-Glo display
A t-shirt so lovely it turned
All the history books grey
I got wheels, I got Cutter spray
And a healthy sense of worth
Half of me is the gasoline
But the other half's the surf
So if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fear?
To go away on a summer's day
Never seemed so clear
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Ossified Eyes
When I'm countin' on my teeth. NOT tea... notice that tail tail sound made by drawing your tongue away from the top row of TEETH? That sound is the sound that is clearly present if you listen to the song... It comes after the "tea" sound, I assure you. On a side note: I find that line slightly provocative, such witty and intimate wording. If you think about it; he would have to be counting with his tongue you see.