Holiday Time lyrics

They came back from the moon today

One of the parachutes didn't open

Tourists are swarming over the Alps

They shuttle by, buy postcards, lick ice-cream

Sit around the bandstand

Show their suntan

Load their caravan.

The dollar is climbing, the dollar is falling

Our furniture has been in storage for over a year now

Where does one belong?

Lazy days, Leo days

August time - not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time - not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

You go for a walk

Read the papers

Slaughter in Pakistan

Slaughter on the Autobahn

A plane crashed

Politicians are cooling their heels

In Munich there will be a beer festival

They had a bank robbery

Police shot the hostage

Olympic Games next year.

Lazy days, Leo days

August time - not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time - not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

There are eight or ten boys standing there

Near the funicular

They're bored

So bored, they start throwing stones

They aim close to the girls' legs, the girls' head

Eight or ten boys who've never seen war

Healthy wealthy jet set babies

Throwing stones on the third morning

Of the Aquarian millennium.

The age's beneficiaries are howling at the Alps

Incents descents still breathing the polluted air

Of their father's industry

The dollar is climbing, the dollar is falling

Inflation, stagflation

Yes, yes, I know you know

Lazy days, Leo days

August time, not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time, not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Christina, three years old, is playing her records

The mouse is running up the clock

The wind is making the cradle rock

Christina, three years, won't be hearing much

About the man in the moon

Somebody has reliable information

That a new wave is about to engulf the one we had

They're all against it and threaten with dire consequences

But this needn't be as unsettling as you might think

If you take to your bed on the third morning

Of the Aquarian age

And snooze

Lazy days, Leo days

August time, not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time, not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Christina is sleeping in the cool of the mountains

Not so far from the heat of New York

Which comes to us across the shrinking sea

Dawning

Third morning of the Aquarian millennium

What have we got to offer you

Apart from our holiday time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time, not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time, not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time