Pirate Looks At 40

Mother, mother ocean
I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
Since I was three feet tall
Cause youve seen it all
Youve seen it all
I
watched the men who rode you
They switched from sails to steam
And in your belly, you hold the treasures
Few have ever seen
Most of them are dreams
Most of them are dreams
Well, yes I am a pirate
A few hundred years to late
The cannons dont thunder
Theres nothing to plunde
r
Im an under forty victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late
Ive done a bit of smuggling
Well, Ive run my share of grass
Ive made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
Its never meant to last
Its never meant to last
Well, Ive been drunk now for over two weeks
Ive passed out and Ive rallied and Ive sprung a few leaks
But
Ive gotta stop wishin
Ive gotta go fishin
Down to rock bottom again
With just a few friends
Just a few friends
With just a few friends
Just a few friends