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 ten miles east Of Aberdeen A dozen men, thirty days With twenty-four 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 then they'll surely dream Of girls they can afford But cannot have And in a drunken haze They're on the 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