I love to look out at the sea
From the swingpark here at Roome Bay Beach
Today John Taylor starts his month away
On a boat 110 miles east of Aberdeen
A dozen men, 30 days with 24 hours in each
Of shattered boyhood dreams and not much sleep
I'd much rather be me, for once I'd mich rather be me
A month at sea and then they'll surely sleep
With their heads still stuck on land
A month on land and then they'll surely dream
Of girls they can afford but cannot have
And in a drunken haze or on a rolling wave
Once again I'd much rather be me
I'd rather be me
Once again I'd much rather be me
For once again I'd much rather be me...

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