| A-F#-Bm-E |
| Verse 1 |
| A | F# | Bm | |
| Holida | y, |
| E | A | F# | |
| Oh what a | lovely | day | today, |
| Bm | E | A | F# | |
| I'm oh so | glad they | sent me | away, |
| Bm | E | A | F# | Bm | Eb | E | |
| To | have a little | holid | ay to | day, | hol | ida | y. |
| Verse 2 |
| A | F# | |
| Holida | y, |
| Bm | E | A | F# | |
| And I'm just | standing on the | end of a | pier, |
| Bm | E | A | F# | |
| Hoping and d | reaming | you were | here, |
| Bm | E | A | |
| To share my | little | holiday. |
| Verse 3 |
| A | F# | Bm | E | |
| Lookin' in the | sky for a | gap in the | clouds, |
| A | F# | Bm | E | |
| Sometimes I | think that sun ain't n | ever coming | out, |
| A | A7 | D | Bm | |
| But I'd | rather be | here than in that | dirty old | town, |
| E | |
| I | had to leave the city cos it really brought me down. |
| Verse 4 |
| A | F# | Bm | E | A | F# | |
| Oh | holid | ay, | oh what a | lovely | day tod | ay, |
| Bm | E | A | F# | |
| I think I'll get | down on my little ol' knees and | pray, thank you | Lord, |
| Bm | E | A | F# | Bm | E | |
| Thank | heaven for this | holid | ay tod | ay, | holida | y. |
| Bridge |
| D | A | |
| I'm | leaving insecurity | behind me, |
| D | A | |
| The | environmental pressures got me | down, |
| A | A7 | D | Bm | |
| I don't need no | sedatives to | pull me | round, |
| E | |
| I don't need no sleeping pills to help me sleep sound. |
| Verse 5 |
| Oh holiday, |
| Oh what a lovely day today, |
| I think I'll get down on my little ol' knees and pray, |
| That's what I'll do, |
| Thank heaven for this holiday. |
| Verse 6 |
| Lying on the beach with my back burned rare, |
| The salt gets in my blisters and the sand gets in my hair, |
| And the sea's an open sewer, |
| But I really couldn't care, |
| I'm breathing through my mouth so I don't have to sniff the air. |
| Verse 7 |
| Oh holiday, |
| Oh what a lovely day today, |
| I'm so glad they sent me away, |
| To have a little holiday. |