| On the subway train he sees adverts
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| For holidays in jamaica, a weekend in Rome, a cruise round the
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| Mediterranean, and dreams of a quiet
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| Week in a little seaside resort away
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| From his wife, the ducks on the wall,
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| The soap operas, the office and his
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| Friends — and who knows, he might
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| Encounter a holiday romance.
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| Holiday romance
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| I had a break for a week
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| So I booked my seat
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| And confirmed a reservation
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| At a quiet little seaside hotel.
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| I packed my bags
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| And I caught my train and
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| Reached my destination
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| Just in time for the dinner gong--ding dong.
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| Then I saw lavinia
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| Standing at the bottom of the stairs.
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| And I fell for lavinia
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| The moment that I saw her standing there.
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| Lavinia looked so divine
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| As she walked up to the table to dine
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| And then lavinias eyes met mine.
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| I thought can this be love,
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| Can this be lovey-dove
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| Or just a holiday romance?
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| Can this be long lost love at last
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| Or is it just a flash in the pan?
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| Then after cheese and liqueurs they struck up the band,
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| I plucked up my courage and I asked lavinia to dance
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| That was the start of my holiday romance.
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| Just a holiday romance.
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| We did the foxtrot, samba and danced through the night
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| The last waltz came and we held each other so tight.
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| That was the start of my holiday romance.
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| Just a holiday romance
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| A simple holiday romance.
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| I wonder should I take a chance?
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| We walked on the beach,
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| And we paddled our feet,
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| And we watched all the swimmers,
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| And my holiday treat felt complete.
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| We drank lemonade,
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| And we sat in the shade,
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| I thought I must be on a winner
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| And I acted cool and discreet.
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| For I knew that lavinia
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| Was the shyest lady that Id ever met,
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| And I knew that lavinia
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| Would only be my lady for the week.
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| It was just a holiday romance
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| A simple holiday romance.
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| I wonder should I take this chance?
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| Just a holiday romance.
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| Can this be love,
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| Can this be lovey-dove
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| Or just a holiday romance?
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| I tried to kiss her, she walked away,
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| She said «better stop, my husbands
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| Coming to collect me today».
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| That was the end of my holiday,
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| Sweet and innocent holiday,
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| End of my holiday romance. |