Holiday (Live In Seattle, 1981)

Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine Gonna have me a holiday Poor man's party, rich man's daughter Gettin' hotter and hotter She's pushin' way too hard I don't want any part of her way Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine Gonna have me a holiday It's a holiday... It's a holiday 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 face lifts I just don't know which one you is Mama mama please, no more husbands (I don't know who my daddy is) Drinkin' my wine, wastin' my time Hidin' out in my rented dream Lookin' for attention A cover story mention in Life magazine Ask the chauffeur who he knows Numbers he's got, lots of those Drinkin' my wine, spendin' my time Tryin' to run from this Halloween It's a holiday... It's a holiday 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 face lifts I just don't know which one you is Mama mama please, no more husbands (I don't know who my daddy is) It's a holiday... It's a holiday