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 --- 18-30 - Reverend & the Makers