Holiday Time

They came back from the moon today
One of the parachutes didn’t open
Tourists are swarming over the Alps
They shuttle by, buy postcards, lick ice-cream
Sit around the bandstand
Show their suntan
Load their caravan
The dollar is climbing, the dollar is falling
Our furniture has been in storage for over a year now
Where does one belong?
Lazy days, Leo days
August time — not my time
Lazy days, Leo days
August time — not my time
Hate this weary dreary holiday time
Hate this weary dreary holiday time
You go for a walk
Read the papers
Slaughter in Pakistan
Slaughter on the Autobahn
A plane crashed
Politicians are cooling their heels
In Munich there will be a beer festival
They had a bank robbery
Police shot the hostage
Olympic Games next year
Lazy days, Leo days
August time — not my time
Lazy days, Leo days
August time — not my time
Hate this weary dreary holiday time
Hate this weary dreary holiday time
There are eight or ten boys standing there
Near the funicular
They’re bored
So bored, they start throwing stones
They aim close to the girls' legs, the girls' head
Eight or ten boys who’ve never seen war
Healthy wealthy jet set babies
Throwing stones on the third morning
Of the Aquarian millennium