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