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