Bm Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk G A When Ivor peered above her spectacle A7 A7 Forgot that he had wrecked a girl Bm G A Sometime these eyes forget the face theyʼre peering from A7 A7 When the face they peer upon F# Bm Well you know that face as I do G And how in the return of the gaze A Bm She can return you the face that youʼre staring from Chorus: Bm A F# Itʼs always better on holiday Bm D G# So much better on holiday Bm A F# Bm D G# Thatʼs why we only work when we need the money Bm Gregor was down again G Said, ʼCome on, kick me againʼ A A7 Said, ʼIʼm so drunk I donʼt mind if you kill meʼ Bm G Come on you gutless A Yeah, Iʼm alive A7 Iʼm alive F# Bm Iʼm alive and how I know it G A Bm But for chips, and for freedom I could die Chorus.
