Pirate Song

I wish I was a pirate ship wreck down in Mexico

Where the oceans turn to silver and the beaches turn to gold

I'd make love to some señorita in that town

Then I'd get on my boat and I'd sail the ocean 'round

I wish I was a pirate out there, under my own flag

Running for no reason and no reason to turn back

Salt and rum on my tongue, sails tattered and torn

Laughing in the devil's face, riding out a storm

Ooh, what are these days?

Gonna get off of these highways, wake up in some bay

With sunshine on my face

St. Christopher on a silver chain

Say a prayer, sail away

Ooh, what are these days?

Gonna get off of these highways, wake up in some bay

With sunshine on my face

St. Christopher on a silver chain

Say a prayer, sail away

I wish I was a pirate on some ghost ship in the night

With nothing but the stars, the moon, and faith to be my guide

Steady as she goes, with my back to the wind

Then in a cloud of cannon smoke, I'd disappear again