[kirklancaster]

To Hog from an admirer:

Holidays

What's wrong with this world now WaterHog?
It's turning on its head.
Once, at work we'd dream of holidays
Now on holidays we dream of work instead.

When the scent of 'Amber Solaire' fills the air,
And the azure ocean laps your toes,
Who gives a toss about the boss?
Or if the 'grindstone's missing your nose?

Who really cares about 'Stocks and Shares'
or shivering grey people on wet winter streets?
Who gives a hoot for their pinstripe suit,
Or overalls and boots on their feet?

In a drab world of drudgery, chaos and crime,
Be glad for this brief respite,
And live life, be gay, hit the beach in the day,
And the Sangria or Ouzo at night.

Forget about work or that your boss is a jerk,
when Siesta and Fiesta's in reach.
Don't be sorry or worry about trading figures,
Just the figures of those babes on the beach.

And as for i pads and mobiles and other techno stuff,
I think it's all getting well out of hand.
Don't lose no sleep when the fecking things 'beep'
Just bury them deep in the sand.

Switch them off and switch yourself off,
Let all your cares drain away,
Reality's a bitch, so whether your poor or rich,
Just enjoy your brief holiday.