What I did on my holidays

This is another Club of Queer Trades tune. It should be fairly obvious who it's about. Or you're not paying attention.


What I did on my holidays


I really used to stand for something
The desperate man with his tail trapped in the door
Now I’d sooner sit down with a cup of tea
I’m not fussed about standing anymore
I was so thin, skin translucent under arc-lights
Now I look like a mafia Don, on a transatlantic flight

I’ll write a song about Mexico
I’ll write a song about Rome
I’ll write a song about anywhere
As I no longer have a home
I’ve lost my sense of humour
And I’ve lost my sense of place
Now I just write about
What I did on my holidays

I was the King, I truly was the King
The face that lunched a thousand shits
My Karaoke road-show’s all go
I sing along to all my hits
I ran the show, each and every practise bon-mot
Reached the dizzy heights right? So how’d I ever get solo?

I’ll write a song about Mexico
I’ll write a song about Rome
I’ll write a song about anywhere
As I no longer have a home
I’ve lost my sense of humour
And I’ve lost my sense of place
Now I just write about
What I did on my holidays

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