The Bee Gees - Holiday
Tekst en muziek: Barry Gibb en Robin Gibb
(1967)






Ooh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
Ooh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
It’s something I think’s worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not, then you’re throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones



Ooh, it’s a funny game
Don’t believe that it’s all the same
Can’t think what I’ve just said
Put the soft pillow on my head



Millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It’s unkind, it’s unkind



De dedede de de, dedede dede dede
De dedede de de, dedede dede dede



Yet millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It’s unkind, it’s unkind



Ooh, you’re a holiday, ev’ry day such a holiday
Now it’s my turn to say and I say you’re a holiday
It’s something I think’s worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not, then you’re throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones



De dedede de de, dedede dede dede
De dedede de de, dedede dede









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