Goldie Lookin' Chain - Holiday Lyrics

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Alright, got your passport?

Check

Got your t-shirts?

Check

Got your sunglasses?

Check.........aw no, aw no, i left 'em in the caaar

Alright, have you got...your draw?

Check

Got your fags?

Check

Got your rizla?

Check

They're the 3 things you need to be in the GLC........right, lets go on 'oliday!

Yey, safe as fuk, wey

Alright, i'm goin' on holiday

I'm goin' away for a fukin' week and a day

I'm gonna stay there and with some of my mates

And get wrecked up and drink beer by the crate

I go's away..........another can

I sold my car and bought a camper-van

But i only got as far as fukin' Porthcawl

When the engine fuked up and it started to stall

I've packed my case and i'm on my way

It's time to go on fukin' holiday

I booked it last month and it wasn't very dear

I don't care where i go just as long as there's beer

I gets off the plane, there's a pain in my ass

But that's only because it's rammed with grass

Then the bloke looked at me funny and thought that i was scum

Next things i knows i'm in fukin' customs

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Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay

I saved all my cash and went to Ibiza

With eggsie and his cousin and a girl named Rita

But when we got there it was hot as hell

We forgot to book a fukin' hotel

We had no hotel, we had a tent

We had to find a place to rent

So adam hussain had a quick look around

And found a nice piece of fukin' camping ground

I go's on holiday with my nan

We gotta really book a caravan

I fukin' loves it, i always want more

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This year we're going to fukin' Bangor

Met a girl called Sharon, she's really quite fit

Went to a club in Barry, it was fukin' shit

I couldn't stay there very long

So i went back the hotel and smoked up a bong

Chorus -

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay

I got to Spain and i had no money

I thought, 'fuk this, i'll get some curry'

I looked at the birds, they looked really nice

A bit like some dirty meat lookin' for some spice

Like a curry...aaahh

You gotta get away to work on your tan

So i go's with adam and his nan

I gotta get down to somwhere by the sea

So i stays in a fukin' B&B, you knows it

Oue la piscine et dans la gare?

I dunno much french so i won't get far

I ask all these bastards if they knows where to go

To get some crazy drugs like some speed or some blow

Chorus -

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay

I got my lotion and my flip-flops

They were on sale in that b-boy shop

I's goin' away on my holidays

To top up my tan and get some rays

Laters, clarts, i'm off on a plane

They better be ready for adam hussain

Got my exctasy stashed, it's time for some fun

And i'm off to Spain to get me some sun

Loads of birds on the beach, lookin' real fine

Gotta get some action, quick time

I said to this french bloke, 'do you know half a Q?'

I think he said, er, 'fuk you'

'alright mate, do you know half a quarter?'

'hey, fuk you and fuk your daughter'

Chorus -

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay

Serious, mate you gotta come on holiday

If you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay

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