Cm G#  Bb
Jacqueline was seventeen, 
working on a desk 
when Ivor 
peered above a spectacle
Forgot that he had wrecked a girl, 
sometimes these eyes 
forget the face they're peering from
When the face they peer upon 
well you know 
that face as I do
And how in the return of the gaze 
she can return you the face 
that you are staring from

   Cm Bb  G# Cm Eb  Bb
R: It's always better on holiday, 
   so much better on holiday
   That's why we only work when 
   we need the money

R: It's always better...

Gregor was down again, 
said come on kick me again, 
I'm so drunk 
I don't mind if you kill me
Come on you gutless 
I'm alive 
and how I know it 
but for chips and for freedom 
I could die

R: It's always better... (4x)