Workin' nine to five tryin' to make some bread
By the time the summer's there, I'm ready for a break
Pack my bags and go down to sunny Spain
They say the weather's nice and it hardly ever rains

It's fun burning in the sun
Write the folks home, shame they couldn't come
Check the nightlife, gonna jitterbug and jive
Once a year here, women and the wine

Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, gotta get away
Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, gotta get away

Up and down the pier, strollin' with my beer
Eyin' all them Yardies, all them chicks are very beat
See the latest fashions, all them would-be rich
Lovely señoritas only waiting to get hitched

What a great time, isn't it divine?
Write the folks home, shame they haven't flown
What a great life, if you only close your eyes
To the real life, this is paradise

Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, I gotta get away
Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, gotta get away
Workin' nine to five tryin' to make some bread
By the time the summer's there, I'm ready for a break
Pack my bags and go down to sunny Spain
They say the weather's nice and it hardly ever rains

It's fun burning in the sun
Write the folks home, shame they couldn't come
Check the nightlife, gonna jitterbug and jive
Once a year here, women and the wine

Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, I gotta get away
Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, gotta get away
Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, I gotta get away
Nice weather, nice weather
Whoa, gotta get away