Your vacation is looming.
It starts in one week
The anticipation is killing,
But time going fast seems bleak
It seems like 47 years until the day,
And from work, you've checked out
All you can think about is leaving
Watching Carrot Top, not grout.
It has finally arrived,
You leave car packed high,
You drive for 3425 hours,
The casinos, fill the sky.
You get drunk and gamble,
You lose all your money the first day.
You cry and go back to sleep
And think of tomorrow, what to play.
Once nothing has worked,
And all your money did not last
It seems like 61 seconds have left,
And vacation went by way too fast.