Reverend & the Makers - 18-30

Je je, je suis anglais,
I stay in bed past midday,
But in the night time I play,
Smash up your hotel it's okay.

I wanna get away, on my holiday.
I wanna get away, on my holiday.

Dos bier mate, por favor
Won't see the sun 'til I've got four
Put on my best shirt, I'm gonna score
Six San Miguels and we'll hit the floor.

I wanna get away, on my holiday.
La la la la la la
I wanna get away, on my holiday.
La la la la la la

Je je je je suis anglais
I know you think that we're all the same
And causing trouble is our forte
Portugal, France, Greece or Spain

I wanna get away, on a holiday.
La la la la la la
I wanna get away, on a holiday.
I wanna get away, on a holiday.
La la la la la la
I wanna get away, on a holiday

You rotate the lounger as the sun goes round
Screaming royal brittania while the shit goes down
Never wanna get away, I wanna get away from you.

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Written by:
ED COSENS, JON McCLURE

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