These times are so insane
All the crazy games you play
Oh how I need a holiday
Far from here

I'm gonna hop a plane
Then I'm gonna fly away
Oh time to make my great escape
And fly off into the night

I don't care what the post brings
Always someone's knocking on the door
'Cause the next time the phone rings
I'll be lying on the sandy shore

Now it's time for a vacation
Time to make my great escape
So I'll book the reservation
Leave it on a plane
It'll take me far away

I work from 9 to 5
Slaving for the company
Oh how I hate to ???
Day to day

I try to stay alive
In spite of the insanity
Oh time to make my great escape
And fly off into the night

I don't care what the post brings
Always someone's knocking on the door
'Cause the next time the phone rings
I'll be lying on the sandy shore

Now it's time for a vacation
Time to make my great escape
So I'll book the reservation
Leave it on a plane
It'll take me far away

Off to the islands
Off to the islands

If you have any clarifications for the lyrics, particularly line 24, let me know in the comments.