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