Holiday Lyrics & Chords By The Jazz Butcher

He checks into his hotel room, he unpacks and folds his trousers
He is neat and he is tidy, likes to have his private bathroom
He will wash and go to dinner, he will have the steak and mushroom
Then he will go back upstairs and read a while in his hotel room

Regular English-speaking gentleman on holiday

He is kind and tips the waiters, neat, polite and always helpful
He will rise and go to breakfast, then he will turn in his roomkey
Spends his day observing, never rash or over-zealous
He will ask how he can get to special points of local interest

He would never dare abuse the hospitality he's given
He can see the people working, he knows he must not disturb them
He knows that their work is needed by the people of their country
He appreciates that silence in the workplace is essential

He will paint a watercolor of the public recreation park
Where the mothers take their children, happy children, pretty children
He has no transistor radio to disturb the pleasant morning
He will not remove his camera when he's near those installations

In the evening you can hear him typing typing typing letters
To his colleagues back in England, green and pleasant home in England
He will type it all correctly, neat and tidy, write politely
He will try to give a picture of his life in far-off countries

Regular English-speaking gentleman on holiday
Regular English-speaking gentleman won't go away