A Pirate Looks At Forty

Mother, Mother Ocean, I've 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 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 year's 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' and 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 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 I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown