I'm On Vacation

03:16
Gordon/Thomas
Tom Hipps / Gordy Overing

Story

The title says it all... Leaving behind all responsibility, hopping a plane and heading somewhere warm, to sit on the beach, sip a drink and "watch the girls go by". But alas, eventually it's back to the grind. A fun, rocking tune with a 1990's flavor a la Third Eye Blind or Everclear. 

Lyrics

I packed my bags the night before just waiting for the morning of the trip
Then at the airport downed a couple cups of coffee burned my lip
These plastic chairs I’m forced to sit on while I wait have made me sore
I think I’ll walk around and check out all the freaks about to board

In just a minute I’ll be in the sky and on my way
Inside that tubular sensation roaring toward a sunny day

CHORUS:
I’m on vacation
Not gonna touch a telephone send a fax go to work or need a chaperone
I’m on vacation
Gonna leave my problems all behind
Get a room hit the beach and watch the girls go by

Now that I’m on the beach the sun is makin’ bacon of my face
On my third daiquiri a takeaway a total mind erase
It seems so strange to not have any kind of worries on my brain
The bills can wait hold all my calls the forecast doesn’t call for rain

For just a couple days I’m going to keep reality in check
So starting now I’m gonna chill out from my Zorries to my neck

CHORUS:
I’m on vacation
Not gonna touch a telephone send a fax go to work or need a chaperone
I’m on vacation
Gonna leave my problems all behind
Get a room hit the beach and have an empty mind

The bubble bursts I’m slogging through my day gig makin’ toothpicks outta logs
Thought I was soaring with the seagulls but I’m sweatin’ with the dogs
I hear those pounding feet approaching from behind to rag on me
I think I’d better cool him off and let him wear my daiquiri

Someday I’m gonna see there’s so much more to life than this
But ’til I find the truth I’m hanging in vacationary bliss

CHORUS