A Pirate Looks At Forty (Live)

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 Just a few friends, just a few friends