Lyrics:

The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curl
Is talking cold, cold, cold
You can't get out of bed, you can't remember what you said
You're feeling old, old, old

Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggression?
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's very plain to see

You need a holiday
Take a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today

So take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You're caught up in the internet, you think it's such a great asset
But you're wrong, wrong, wrong
All that fiberoptic gear still cannot take away the fear
Like an island song

Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressions
On your corporate climb
It might come as quite a shock, but you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time

So take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf, quit acting so blasé

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
If you want to stay alive, evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian

And take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf, quit acting so blasé

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail, then wind up in some moonlit bay