The Jazz Butcher - Holiday lyrics

He checks into his hotel room, he unpacks and folds his trousers He is neat and he is tidy, likes to have his private bathroom He will wash and go to dinner, he will have the steak and mushroom Then he will go back upstairs and read a while in his hotel room Regular English-speaking gentleman on holiday He is kind and tips the waiters, neat, polite and always helpful He will rise and go to breakfast, then he will turn in his roomkey Spends his day observing, never rash or over-zealous He will ask how he can get to special points of local interest He would never dare abuse the hospitality he's given He can see the people working, he knows he must not disturb them He knows that their work is needed by the people of their country He appreciates that silence in the workplace is essential He will paint a watercolor of the public recreation park Where the mothers take their children, happy children, pretty children He has no transistor radio to disturb the pleasant morning He will not remove his camera when he's near those installations In the evening you can hear him typing typing typing letters To his colleagues back in England, green and pleasant home in England He will type it all correctly, neat and tidy, write politely He will try to give a picture of his life in far-off countries Regular English-speaking gentleman on holiday Regular English-speaking gentleman won't go away