Title: PIRATE LOOK AT FORTY (Jimmy Buffet)
Mother mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your water since I was three feet tall
You seen it all, you seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sail to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen
Most of them dream, most of them dream
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don t thunder there s nothin to plunder
I m an over forty victim of fate
Arriving to late, arriving to late
I 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
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and
I rallied and I smoked a few reefs
But I gotta stop wishin I got to go fishin , down to Rock Bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends
LEAD
I go for younger women, lived with several a while
Though I ran em away they come back one day, still could manage a smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while
Mother mother ocean, after all these years I ve found
Occupational hazzard beats an occupation just not around
Feel like I drowned, gonna head up town
Feel like I drowned, gonna head up town