2nd December 2008, 03:15 PM
To the tune of 'Baker Street' by Gerry Rafferty...
Finding your way down on Ermine Street
Mud in your hair and dead on your feet
Well, another winter day, now you'll drink the night away and forget about everything.
This ****ty weather makes you feel so cold
You've got two feet of water in your favourite hole
And it hasn't taken long to find out you were wrong when you thought digging could be fun.
You used to think that it was romantic
Hot sun, lost cities, it's so romantic
But you're freezing, you're freezing now.
Three more weeks and it'll be over
You know you'll miss it when it's all over
But it's snowing, it's snowing now.
Way down the site there's an Iron Age pit
Pump out the water and then bail it a bit
Put the kettle on for tea, go back again to see that the water is three feet deep.
The snow is falling as you set up your plan
Pick up the pencil, but you can't feel your hands
And the puddles start to freeze as you get down on your knees and the snow drifts across the street.
You know you've got to keep digging
You know the pipeline never stops digging
And it's moving, it's moving on.
Then you turn up, it's a new morning
Two feet of snow to shovel this morning
And you're digging, you're digging on.
Heartrending saxophone solo to fade...
Finding your way down on Ermine Street
Mud in your hair and dead on your feet
Well, another winter day, now you'll drink the night away and forget about everything.
This ****ty weather makes you feel so cold
You've got two feet of water in your favourite hole
And it hasn't taken long to find out you were wrong when you thought digging could be fun.
You used to think that it was romantic
Hot sun, lost cities, it's so romantic
But you're freezing, you're freezing now.
Three more weeks and it'll be over
You know you'll miss it when it's all over
But it's snowing, it's snowing now.
Way down the site there's an Iron Age pit
Pump out the water and then bail it a bit
Put the kettle on for tea, go back again to see that the water is three feet deep.
The snow is falling as you set up your plan
Pick up the pencil, but you can't feel your hands
And the puddles start to freeze as you get down on your knees and the snow drifts across the street.
You know you've got to keep digging
You know the pipeline never stops digging
And it's moving, it's moving on.
Then you turn up, it's a new morning
Two feet of snow to shovel this morning
And you're digging, you're digging on.
Heartrending saxophone solo to fade...