C                                    Am
It's good to go away for the summer, it's good to lie awake all night
F                            G
I got this real bad habit of setting up camp where the lightning strikes
C                                         Am
Why don't you sit me down in the kitchen, why don't you tell me cut my hair
F                                          G
Why don't you stop looking thru the mirror wearing out that far off stare

F G Em Am F G

C              Am                  G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C              Am                  G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
       F            G              Em
These people get so mean when they grind you through the gears of the big machine

C Am

C                                     Am
I've seen a little too much high way, I drank a little too much wine
F                                    G
I've kept too many deep dark secrets that sooner or later wear out my mind
C                                Am
I've got an unclear destination, I've been an irresponsible son
F                              G
I should have seen it coming I get all wound up and then I pop like a gun

F G Em Am F G

C              Am                  G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C              Am                  G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
        F               G              Em
I don't want to make no scene I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean

C Am F G
C Am F G
F G Em Am F G

C              Am                  G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, yeah yeah
C              Am                  G
How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday, ooh
   F           G              Em                  Am                       C
As silly as it seems I'm just looking for another dirty way to get clean