| [Verse 1] | |
| She's feeling kind of sad | |
| But she don't wanna tell no-one | |
| 'Cos everybody's having fun | |
| She's taking all her savings | |
| To come out to the islands | |
| And catch a little sun | |
| Fancy someone like her | |
| Falling for a real surfer | |
| Who only cares about himself | |
| And the waves there'll be tomorrow | |
| Poor silly city girl | |
| This is no commercial | |
| It's gonna hurt big time | |
| [Chorus] | |
| So pack your bags | |
| Get outta bed | |
| And find yourself | |
| Another crazy adventure | |
| Don't be fooled | |
| 'cos he chose you | |
| It's the price you pay | |
| When you wanna walk the cute guy | |
| You wanna walk the cute guy | |
| You wanna walk the cute guy | |
| You wanna walk the cute guy | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| A puberts magazine | |
| Won't make her survive | |
| Holiday heartbreak | |
| It's time she hit the mini bar | |
| All the tiny bottles | |
| The tasty Toblerone | |
| Will help heel the bleeding scar | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| The sun and the sand | |
| All those drinks in your hand | |
| Must have made you forget | |
| That this is NOT the mainland | |
| And you are a one night stand | |
| And it's hard to take | |
| It's even harder to fake | |
| That your body is acking | |
| And you're full of hate | |
| But now it's too late... | |
| Your man is dancing with another... | |
| [Chorus] |