A PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY . . .

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call 

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall 

You've seen it all, you've seen it all 

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam 

And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen 

Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream 

Yes I am a pirate, two 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 

(instrumental) 

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile 

Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day 

Still could manage to smile 

Just takes a while, just takes a while 

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found 

My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around 

I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown 

Coda: 

I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown