Cm G#  Bb  

Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk when Ivor peered above a spectacle  

Forgot that he had wrecked a girl, sometimes these eyes forget the face they're peering from  

When the face they peer upon well you know that face as I do  

And how in the return of the gaze she can return you the face that you are staring from  

Gregor was down again, said come on kick me again, I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me  

Come on you gutless I'm alive and how I know it but for chips and for freedom I could die  

Cm Bb  G# Cm Eb  Bb  

It's always better on holiday, so much better on holiday  

That's why we only work when we need the money