"Holiday" by Nazareth

Drinking my wine makes me feel fine
Gonna have me a holiday
Poor man's party, rich man's daughter
Getting hotter and hotter

She's pushing way too hard
I don't want any part of her way
Drinking my wine makes me feel fine
Gonna have me a holiday
It's a holiday, it's a holiday

(CHORUS)
Mama mama, please, no more jaguars
I don't want to be a pop star
Mama mama, please, no more deckhands
I don't want to be a sailor man
Mama mama, please, no more facelifts
I just don't know which one you is
Mama mama, please, no more husbands

Drinking my wine, wasting my time
Hiding out in my rented dream
Looking for attention
A cover story mention in Life magazine
Ask the chauffeur who he knows
Numbers he's got, lots of those

Drinking my wine, spending my time
Trying to run from this Halloween
It's a holiday, it's a holiday

(CHORUS)
I don't know who my daddy is

It's a holiday, it's a holiday

(CHORUS)
I don't know who my daddy is

Mama mama, please, no more jaguars
I don't want to be a pop star
Mama mama, please, no more deckhands
I don't want to be a sailor man
Mama mama, please