When you say goodbye I really want to know

Everything you do and everyplace you go

And did you take a regular supply

Of those crazy little tampax with you

It hurts me deep inside, it hurts me outside too

I feel a little pardon and I feel a little used

If you ever needed someone to polish up your shoes

I'll be waiting, with my brush



I'd move to Italy with you if I had the money

But 'til then I'll sit at home and read maps and go to pub

Where the weather isn't sunny and the weather isn't bad

Where the bellies look so happy but the faces look so sad

But it doesn't really matter what's outside

'Cause I'm in here and he's in here

And she's in here and they're in here

We're all in here, we're all so glad



And in our own funny way we're all in Italy anyway

Eating fancy pasta, climbing mountain ranges

Drinking ice-cold lagers, living in Spanish castles

We're all with you, in our thoughts

In white ankle socks and pink Bermuda shorts

I'll be with you, with you one day, we'll all be with you, with you one day

One sunny beach, one sunny life, we're all glad for you

But 'til then, we're all glad for you, I'm so glad



I am a man, and I have a tent, I have a ball and a bat

I have a li-lo, I have a bucket

I have a good, good, good pair of trunks

I've got a good, good pair of trunks



Well here I am at the airport, with my passport

I have a brain but only just, and we're all glad

We're all so glad, I'm so glad, she's so glad, he's so glad

You know how glad I am?