I served as a submariner,
In underwater crew.
But when you're in a submarine,
You can't enjoy the view.
In fact there often isn't one
And when you're deep below,
It's difficult to notice if
There's wind or rain or snow.
Now submarines are nuclear
And sail we know not where,
You can't take out a map and say,
Last Tueusday, we were there.
Their voyages last many months
Of claustrophobic Hell,
Imagine all those feet and pits,
The cumulative smell.
The front door doesn't open when
You're underneath the waves.
Cos if it did, the crew would soon
Be washed to watery graves.
You stealth around for months on end,
Top secret, Mums the word.
The Russians? well they've all gone home,
A while ago they heard,
The Cold War ended years ago,
There's no one left to fight.
Perhaps we're floating aimlessly
Around the Isle of Wight.
Yes, maybe that's just where we are,
But then we'd never know.
Because of lack of windows,
We're quite clueless where we go.
I served as a submariner
In underwater crew.
The one thing you can guarantee,
You won't enjoy the view.
