Beach Holiday

Caught a fish with my hands And I put it on the grill I'm goin back down to the beach To find somethin else to kill I grabbed fruit from the trees And I put it in the sauce I don't have to go to work I said I'm fired to my boss Drank til I was sick I slept til I woke up Had a glass of wine Went outside to throw it up Yelled at some kids I took off all my clothes They hit me in the face The blood was pouring out my nose What a beach holiday What a beach holiday What a beach holiday What a beach holiday Blood ran down my face I caught it with my hands I took a stick to mark the place Dug a hole in the sand Covered it back up Just as soon as it got full All the blood turned into eggs And all the eggs turned into gold What a perfect way What a picture perfect way to spend Every waking hour Perfect, beach holiday