Wur goin’ oan oor holidays
Ma case is packed and ready
There’s me ma Maw an siven weans
An the man we’re aw tae call Feddy
We’re no’ goin doon the watter though
Ah’ll bet you’re wonderin’ why
It’s ‘cause this year instead of that
We’re goin’ up-a-ky
That’s right, we’re goin’ in a roacket
Fa oot among the stars
Past the Moon and Milky way
Tae land oan a place called Mars
They sat there’s tons o’ sand oot there
But there’s no a drap o’ watter
Ah’ve goat ma bucket an’ trusty spade
So if it’s dry it disnae matter
Maw has packed a massive hamper
The like o’ which Ah’ve never seen
It’s really just as well you know
Cause we’ll no’ get there ‘til a reach sixteen
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