Let's pack our bags and go to Florida for the winter And meet ourselves some real nice folks A little on the older side, and little on hope We'll hold their hands as they walk across the street Help 'em wipe their goddamn a** And when they're all fast asleep, steal their medicine cabinet Take it back home for the kids to go to school Make enough damn dough to burn a wet bank mule I'm in between jobs with nothing to do Girl, it's vacation time It's honest work, I mean it's honestly a ha**le Folks get madder than fire If they catch you in the witching hour Trying to steal their copper wire But if we get it, got a cousin at the scrapyard Aunt Betty raised a goddamn saint! He always offers top dollar He's always giving me a fair shake We oughta save a little while we're still around We gotta keep ourselves busy as we're coming down And it sure beats diggin' underneath the ground Savin' vacation time Ain't hard, I taught Junior how to do it And he's touched in the head, dark child Blames it on the drug use, honey What does he know anyhow? Takes a little honest work But pretty much cooks itself I got a buddy on the mountain having Trouble keepin' it on the shelf And if we turn a profit, don't you worry, boo We'll put a couple good snorts back for me and you It'll keep you tweakin', keep ya going through Til we get vacation time