A Pirate Looks At 40 - Live/1990

Mother, mother ocean

I've heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters

Since I was 3 feet tall

You've seen it all

You've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you

Switch from sail to steam

And in your belly you can hold the tresures

Few have ever seen

Most of 'em dream

Most of 'em dream

Yes I am a pirate

200 years too late

Canons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder

I'm in over-40 victim of fate

Arriving too late

Arriving too late

But I've done a bit of smugglin'

I've run my share of grass

Made enough money to buy Miami

But I pissed it away so fast

Never meant to last

Never meant to last

Well I have been drunk now for over two weeks

Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks

But I've got to stop wishin

Got to go fishin

I'm down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends

Just a few friends

(Nice to see all of my friends every year!)

(Thank you, friends!)

Now I go for younger women

Lived with several a while

Though I ran em away they come back one day

And I still can manage a smile

Just takes a while

Just takes a while

Mother mother ocean

After all my years I've found

My occupational hazard being

My occupation's just not around

I feel like I've drowned

But I won't wear a frown

Feel like I've drowned

I'm gonna go check out Peachtree St. somewhere downtown