A Pirate Looks at Forty
By: Jimmy Buffet

“For All you Parrot Heads”

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Mother, mother ocean
I have heard you call
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I wanted to sail upon your waters
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since I was three feet tall
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You've seen it all
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You've seen it all

I watched the men who rode you
Switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasure
That 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 too late
Arriving 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

I have been drunk now
For over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied
And I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got stop wishin'
Got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends
Just a few friends

I go for younger women
Lived with several awhile
And though I ran away
They'll come back one day
And I still can manage a smile
It just takes a while
Just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean
After all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being
My occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned
     Gonna head up town