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