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.