Franz Ferdinand - Better On Holiday Lyrics
It's always better on holidayThat's why we only work when we need the moneyJacqueline was seventeen and working on the desk of the poetry libraryWhen she caught the eye behind Ivor's spectacleThey shared tea, ideas and passionsHis eyes forgot the face they were peering fromWhen they peered upon her faceWell, you know that face as well as I do:Elastic youth and vitality, but when she returned the gazeShe returned the face that he was staring fromGregor was down, kicked again and again by city centre neds"Look, I'm so drunk, I don't give a ***** - I don't mind if you kill me"At which point he claims angels dragged him into the back of a Ford SierraAnd dumped him on Sauchiehall Street