A Pirate Looks at Forty

A Pirate Looks at Forty - The Hit Co.

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

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

Two hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder,

There's nothin' to plunder

I'm an over-forty victim of fate

Arrivin' too late, arrivin' 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', I've 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, theyd 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

Occupations just not around

I feel like I've drowned, gonna head up town

I feel like I've drowned, gonna head up town