Summer’s here and the time is right
For packing your bags in the middle of the night
To head for Gatwick
And beat the traffic
Power stations and past the Ram Jam
Six hours if you put your foot down
Park and ride
To the Departures side
Check your passport, count your children
“Did you pack this bag yourself, sir?”
Gather them around like pilgrims
Ride the travelator
Going back to the beach
We’re staying out of reach
Incognito for €90 a day
Plastic cups and green gelatos
Flat bread and fresh dorados
Hissing in the pan
Peroni from the can
Pay the man for an hour canoeing
Get the coach to the Roman ruin
Smoke a cigarette
Watch the sun set
To the hotel, turn the phone on
Remind yourself of what you’re missing
Half an hour of finger-tapping
Useless information
Pack the suncream, Pack the snorkel
Rolled-up towel and a sci-fi novel
Due birre, per favore
Grazie mille
Going back to the beach
We’re staying out of reach
Incognito for €90 a day