Better On Holiday lyrics

It`s always better on holiday
That`s why we only work when we need the money

Jacqueline was seventeen and working on the desk of the poetry library
When she caught the eye behind Ivor`s spectacle
They shared tea, ideas and passions
His eyes forgot the face they were peering from
When they peered upon her face
Well, you know that face as well as I do:
Elastic youth and vitality, but when she returned the gaze
She returned the face that he was staring from

Gregor was down, kicked again and again by city centre neds
`Look, I`m so drunk, I don`t give a fuck - I don`t mind if you kill me`
At which point he claims angels dragged him into the back of a Ford Sierra
And dumped him on Sauchiehall Street