here we go: don’t go on holiday, it’s bad for you and it’s bad for your children. the bankmanager digs it. for sure. (don’t go on holiday, it’s bad for you). that’s right my girl, good girl. with a tear in your eye, with a rip in your pocket, kids gone mad, mother gone bad, wife’s gone sad. oh god, won’t you keep the dogs off my lawn? yawn yawn, the neighbours gone off to jeffreys bay. ja whatever. we’ll stay home in nigel. christmas in nigel, new years in nigel. don’t go on holiday, it’s bad for you. and it’s bad for your kids, bad for your wife. besides, the sea’s full of sharks, the sun full of uv. don’t go on holiday, man. we’ll stay home in nigel. where the weather is nice, the cricket’s on the telly, casey b – she’s on the stereo. we’ll stay home in nigel, where supper is predictable. what’s for supper? kfc baby, it’s kfc. ja, so don’t go on holiday, it’s bad for you, it’s bad for your kids, it’s bad for your wife. besides, the sea’s full of sharks, the sun is full of uv. don’t go on holiday. stay home in nigel, with cricket on the telly, who wants to be a millionaire? don’t go on holiday, it’s bad for everyone around you.