summer holiday

I’m singing this song today

And I blame my mother for playing this “music” non-stop when I was a kid

In fairness, I’ve met old Cliffy Baby a couple of times and he’s incredible lovely

And totally gay – but don’t tell Mum that. She’d be devastated, & I’d get a crack over the head


This is almost exactly what my vacation is looking like

Except no ones got an English accent or a red bus

In my summer holiday there’s a car, kids & possibly road rage

All made better by drinks with umbrellas in them

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