Dying for a holiday in the sun
The kind of holiday
People only ever get to
Dream about
Where to go…
The South of France
Take my girl on out
For a Gallic dance
Or to Italy
Never to visit
Rome would be
Such a pity
Crack open a few beers
On a Greek island
Wearing trunks and a bikini
All day
Rest our worn out feet in the sand
What about Poland
They spend enough time over here
But other than that
I’m a mighty fan of Polish Craft Beer
Which one will it be
That brings both pleasure and glee
If you can think of a place
Where we get
All of the above
Be sure to tell us
Because when push comes to shove
We’ll most probably end up there