A Pirate Looks At Forty

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