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

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

month at sea and then they'll surely sleep
With their heads still stuck on land
month on land and they'll surely dream
Of girls they can afford but cannot have

And in a [bad word] 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 I'd much rather be me