- published: 18 Jun 2014
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A boy is a young male human, usually a child or adolescent. When he becomes an adult, he is described as a man. The most apparent difference between a typical boy and a typical girl is the genitalia. However, some intersex children with ambiguous genitals, and genetically female transgender children, may also be classified or self-identify as a boy.
The term boy is primarily used to indicate biological sex distinctions, cultural gender role distinctions or both. The latter most commonly applies to adult men, either considered in some way immature or inferior, in a position associated with aspects of boyhood, or even without such boyish connotation as age-indiscriminate synonym. The term can be joined with a variety of other words to form these gender-related labels as compound words.
The word "boy" comes from Middle English boi, boye ("boy, servant"), related to other Germanic words for boy, namely East Frisian boi ("boy, young man") and West Frisian boai ("boy"). Although the exact etymology is obscure, the English and Frisian forms probably derive from an earlier Anglo-Frisian *bō-ja ("little brother"), a diminutive of the Germanic root *bō- ("brother, male relation"), from Proto-Indo-European *bhā-, *bhāt- ("father, brother"). The root is also found in Flemish boe ("brother"), Norwegian dialectal boa ("brother"), and, through a reduplicated variant *bō-bō-, in Old Norse bófi, Dutch boef "(criminal) knave, rogue", German Bube ("knave, rogue, boy"). Furthermore, the word may be related to Bōia, an Anglo-Saxon personal name.
Mother Mother ocean
I have heard your call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
Cause you've seen it all
You've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you
They switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams
Most of 'em dreams
Yes I am a pirate
a few hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late
I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last
Never meant to last
And I have been drunk now For over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin'
Got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends
Just a few friends
Just a few friends
Just a few friends