Lyrics

[Verse 1] Your grandfather's guitar Thinkin' about how funny I must look Tryin' to adjust to what's been there all along With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos [Chorus] But it ain't a holiday until You go to fetch somethin' from the car [Verse 2] Travel size champagne cork pops And we're sweepin' for bugs In some dusty apartment, the what's-it-called café You can arrive at eleven and have lunch with the English [Chorus] But it ain't a holiday until They force you to make a wish They say, "climb up this" And "jump off that" And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] No, it ain't a holiday until You go up to fetch somethin' from the car