Pirate Looks At 40

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 dreams Most of 'em dreams Yes, I am a pirate Two hundred years too late The cannons don't thunder There's nothin' to plunder I'm an under-forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late I've done a bit of smugglin' I've run my share of gra*s 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 pa*sed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' Down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends I go for younger women Lived with several awhile And though I ran away They'll come back one day And I still can manage a smile It just takes a while Just takes a while Mother, mother ocean After all these years I've found My occupational hazard being My occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned Gonna head uptown