Skydiver

I’ve been banned from every racecourse in the country

There’s something about the unsure thing

Like scoring with a beauty of the county

It always makes the old bell ring

I like to go for broke and I’ll be randy

It’s got to be the unsure thing

In the Bentley Continental with the brandy

It always makes the old bell ring

And when it’s gone, all gone

I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing

I go where I want, I do what I want

And I don’t give a damn about a thing

Skydiver

Today I lost a packet at Wincanton

Dive Bomber in the 2.15

All on the nose and no-one counting

Nothing wishy-washy in between

Back when I made the pivotal decision

To take a winding road that I could see

It was just like being given an incredible permission

The rules don’t apply to me

And when it’s gone, all gone

I’ll stand on a hilltop and sing

I go where I want, I do what I want

And I don’t give a damn about a thing

Skydiver

I’m not being brave, it’s my money, not my life

When I need to take a break from the brushes and the knife

And I always took a fancy to the ones

Heading straight into the teeth of the guns

Skydiver