So typical - a battle of wits

And I've come half prepared

I know all the ropes

But haven't a hope

Of pulling you back to me

I'm losing my grip

And sailing this ship

From barstool to Borstal and back



CHORUS

You made me feel I was born again

It's a shame I never grew up again

I'm a boy at sea

And I'm stowaway scared

Scared that my friends see

The man amongst the many



Now bottlescars are all that I have

To show the boys back home

Who'd said that to plead

Was a sign of the weak

And to fight was a sign

Of the strong

Just fairweather words

From four-letter friends

But I found out

The four-letter way



You made me feel I was born again

It's a shame I never grew up again

I'm a boy at sea

And I'm stowaway scared

Scared that my friends see

The man amongst the many



And now I've swallowed my pride

I promise you I

Couldn't eat another word

I'll count to 3 then I sail to sea

I just got to 8

When you started to say

I'll bid you farewell

I'm going, going, gone