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 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 to 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 ve just got to 8 when you started to say i ll bid you farewell i m going going gone