Lyrics:

Do you believe everything that you read
Everything that you see on the set?
You look around at your sleepy little town
And think that this is as good as it gets

Well, what you're looking at is heaven sent

Every day is a getaway
When all of it goes unsaid
I got a holiday, a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head

And what you want, what you really need
Are two different things, wouldn't you say?
The line is thin between fun and sin
And we're all clocking in for the day

And our only care is what to wear

Every day is a getaway
When all of it goes unsaid
I got a holiday, a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head

I got a job but I've got a problem
'Cause I eat too much and I can't afford to solve it
When I'm savin' up for that cruise to the Caymans
And I'm hitting the snooze, so I can keep on dreaming


I'm just trying to realize
I'm just dying to open my eyes
I'm just looking for paradise in my living room

Every day is a getaway
When all of it goes unsaid
I got a holiday, a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head

I've got a holiday, a paid holiday
I've got a holiday in my head
I've got a holiday, a paid holiday
I've got a holiday in my head