Your grandfather's guitar
Thinking about how funny I must look
Trying to adjust to what's been there all along
With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos
Your grandfather's guitar
Thinking about how funny I must look
Trying to adjust to what's been there all along
With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos
[Chorus]
But it ain't a holiday until
You go to fetch something from the car
[Verse 2]
Travel size champagne cork pops
And we're sweeping for bugs
In some dusty apartment
The what's it called café
You can arrive at 11 and have lunch with the English
[Verse 3]
But it ain't a holiday until
They force you to make a wish
They say "climb up this"
And "jump off that"
And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back
[Chorus]
No, it ain't a holiday until
You go up to fetch something from the car