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(Food processors are great!)
It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stare too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains

I need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,
12, 13, 14, 15, 16

(You can have it on the rates
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a one week only special offer.)

You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Go on!
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else

Written by ALBARN, DAMON/JAMES, STEVEN ALEXANDER/COXON, GRAHAM
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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