I love to look out at the sea
From the swing park here at Roome Bay beach
Today John Taylor starts his month away
On a boat, one 10 miles east of Aberdeen
A dozen men, thirty days with 24 hours in each
Of shattered boyhood dreams and not much sleep
I'd much rather be me
For once I'd much 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 they'll surely dream
Of girls they can afford but cannot have
And in a drunken haze they're 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
