Holiday - Nazareth

Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine

Gonna have me a holiday

Poor man’s party, rich man’s daughter

Gettin' hotter and hotter

She’s pushin' way too hard

I don’t want any part of her way

Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine

Gonna have me a holiday

It’s a holiday… It’s a holiday

Mama mama please, no more jaguars

I don’t want to be a pop star

Mama mama please, no more deckhands

I don’t want to be a sailor man

Mama mama please, no more face lifts

I just don’t know which one you is

Mama mama please, no more husbands

(I don’t know who my daddy is)

Drinkin' my wine, wastin' my time

Hidin' out in my rented dream

Lookin' for attention

A cover story mention in

Life magazine

Ask the chauffeur who he knows

Numbers he’s got, lots of those

Drinkin' my wine, spendin' my time

Tryin' to run from this Halloween

It’s a holiday… It’s a holiday

Mama mama please, no more jaguars

I don’t want to be a pop star

Mama mama please, no more deckhands

I don’t want to be a sailor man

Mama mama please, no more face lifts

I just don’t know which one you is

Mama mama please, no more husbands

(I don’t know who my daddy is)

It’s a holiday… It’s a holiday