A Pirate Looks At Forty (Live)

Mother, mother ocean

Well, I have heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters

Since I was three feet tall

'Cause you've seen it all

You've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you

Switch from sails to steam

And in your belly, you hold the treasures

Few have ever seen

Most of 'em dreams

Most of 'em dreams

Well yes, I am a pirate

A few hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder

I'm an under forty victim of fate

Arriving too late

Arriving too late

I've done a bit of smuggling

I've run my share of weed

And I made enough money to buy Miami

And I pissed it away so fast

Never meant to last

It was never meant to last

Well, I have been drunk now for over two weeks

I've passed out, and I've rallied, and I sprung a few leaks

I've gotta stop wishing, I've gotta go fishing

Down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends

There's just a few friends

And just a few friends

Just a few friends