Lyrics

My boss doesn't believe a word I say He's on my case for being so late all the time Are you dreaming of a wet Winter holiday? The sun breaks my heart while it radiates Me, I've been working so hard while the rich kids play all the time Are you dreaming of a wet Winter holiday too? I've been dreaming of a wet Winter holiday with you And if the Summer wants to come Can't we push it back just a week or two? You can call me mad You can call me insane You can call me Matthew, Mark, Luke, Peter, John or James all the time Are you dreaming of a wet Winter holiday too? I've been dreaming of a wet Winter holiday with you And if the Summer wants to come Can't we push it back just a week or two? I've packed my bags I've booked my ticket I've thought it through You smell terrific I'm ready babe, so please don't make me wait