At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
diving to this sunken wreck will be suicide.
I would have planned a little more,
I would have redundant kit galore,
If I'd known for just one second,
It was 120 metres from the surface to the floor!
I tried to quit, walk out the door,
But you forced me up the gangplank and I
can't reason anymore
And now we're sitting on the wreck, my bravado
has vanished-not a trace
I only hope my regulators can keep up
with the pace!
I want to go, I want to leave,
before nitrogen narcosis makes me want
to heave
I wish I'd taken notice of my depth gauge's
readings with more care
And used a Trimix cylinder instead of one with air!
I can't believe, I doing this
It's all because you said that
this dive should not be missed
Now I've lost my mouthpiece, you've kicked it out of place,
this should be lots of fun, not a bloody relay race!
Please come back, come back to me
I've just snagged on some old netting
and my mask is full of sea!
Your skills as my old buddy, are as rusty as your kit
if you leave me one more time, I'll be truly in the ****!
And so on................ :loopy: