Holiday time Songtext / Lyric

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
(?)

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

On the 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