Lyrics
Sitting on the counter in a rented beige kitchen
Trying to decipher weird Spanish television
And I don't know what they're saying but the ads really speak to me
I'm waiting for the part where they tell me shipping's free
There's a commotion outside; a dispute about the parking
The curtains tweak a little, not enough to show me looking
And the man greets the gutter with a smile that says "Don't hit me"
Chalk it up to foreign policy and think of home already
But if you could get a tan from sitting in the pouring rain
I'd do it in a second 'cause I
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
"Could you ever have imagined a sight like that?"
Says the uncle who tagged along just for the crack
And there's a hush at the table as he cracks out the wishbone
And regales us with the tale that the tour guide told everyone
God I'm glad I got this deal
Apartments in the south of Spain
With all my people it'll be the same
As a day off at home
And if you could get a tan from sitting in the pouring rain
I'd do it in a second 'cause I
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
If you could get a tan from sitting in the pouring rain
I'd do it in a second 'cause I
If you could get a tan from sitting in the pouring rain
I'd do it in a second 'cause I
If you could get a tan from sitting in the pouring rain
I'd do it in a second 'cause I
Prey to dodgy chicken and foreign toy instructions
We continue our preamble through busy city junctions
And if only we could read what the signs were screaming
But it wouldn't be complete without a trip to A&E
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break from holidays
I need a break!
I need a break!