Finally, the car is packed, we're on our way Down to the south east coast on our holiday. The kids are rowing in the back about who's coat flew off the roof-rack We're on our way, we're off on holiday. Hey, hey We're off on holiday. Hey, hey We're off on holiday. Some seek enlightenment on the hippy trail The Great Wall of China, the Head of Kinsale. I'm just as happy with a pot of tea in a rotten little beach hut by the sea We're on our way, we're off on holiday. Hey, hey We're off on holiday. Hey, hey We're off on holiday. Now we're away, we're not coming back Stick your bills and phone calls And give me the sack We're on our way. It's only a small place It's often cold and grey The beach is made of pebbles. Not many people come this way But when the temperature's rising And the sun is shining We're on our way We're off on holiday.