As I sit here and drink my hot cup o’ tea
I think what it’d be like to meet a young me:
He’d stand before me, lonely and shy
lookin’ aghast and I’d meet his wandring eye.
My lad, as you see, you’ll be a young man
and trust me, life’s gonna hit you now and again
You’ll cringe with pain and you’ll scream with joy
you’ll be mad with rage and be oft’ enough coy
Dont be afraid of tryin’ to fight
’cause losing is better than not having tried
You’ll have to taste how a battle is lost
‘Cause of bitter experience you’ll learn the most
Believe your own instincts, as bad as they be,
they’re nonetheless better than others’, trust me
And then you’ll become that fine man you see
who’s not ashamed of you, and never will be