Little Jack Melody And His Young Turks - Separate Vacations текст песни

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He loves the food in Ibiza, she thinks the waiter is coarse and lazy
He says the wine is tremendous, she finds a bug struggling deep in her water glass
His nose resembles a lobster, her tan's a true work of art
He's sure the cab took the long way, she says relax, just enjoy the scenery

She loves the quaintest bodega, he finds the smells there a tad offensive
She says the ruins are lovely, he notes that someone has scratched in the wall "Pink Floyd rules"
Her hair's sun-baked to abstraction, he smiles in sensible shoes
She swears the guide is a moron, he tells her, "cool it, we're on vacation"

Let's go somewhere really nice, let's get away from it all
I'll get some shiny brochures, you'll talk to Joyce at the travel agent's
We'll scrimp and save through the year, we'll have a friend feed the cats
We'll be inseparable, just wait and see
Separate vacations again

He loves the beer and the music, she thinks it's bitter and way too noisy
He says the hotel is first-rate, she finds the towels there are just not luxurious
His camera can't seem to focus, her Handycam is a breeze
He'll have to meet Montezuma, she says the coffee is just exquisite

Let's go somewhere really nice, let's get away from it all
I'll get some shiny brochures, you'll talk to Joyce at the travel agent's
We'll scrimp and save through the year, we'll have a friend feed the cats
We'll be inseparable, vagabond hearts, close as two people can be
You'll see things your way and I'll see them mine
Separate vacations again

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