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The weather channel girl
With her perfect weather curl
Is talking cold cold cold
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you said
You're feeling old old old
Is it a fever or depression
Anger or agression
What's the remedy
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to the questions fairly plain to see
You need a holiday
So take a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moon lit bay
You're caught up in the internet
You think it's such a great asset
But you're wrong wrong wrong
All that fibre optic gear still cannot take away the fear
Like an island song
Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
On your corprate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time
You need a holiday
So take a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moon lit bay
So it's only up to you
No one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
If you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian
You need a holiday
So take a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moon lit bay
- Album:
- Tis The SeaSon
- Songs From St. Somewhere
- Welcome to Fin City
- Buffet Hotel
- Miscellaneous
- License to Chill
- Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads
- 5 Classic Albums
- Feeding Frenzy (Live)
- 2 x Live at the Record Plant - Feb 19 & Oct 24 1974...
- The Ever Elusive Future
- The Ever Elusive Future - Single
- One Particular Harbour
- One Particular Harbor
- Somewhere Over China
- Welcome to Fin City Live From Las Vegas 2011
- Meet Me in Margaritaville: The Ultimate Collection
- Encores
- Before the Beach
- Buffett Live - Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays