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.

Watch 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 dreams,
Most of them dreams.

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,

Sing with the song of Jimmy Buffett, A Pirate Looks At Forty lyrics!

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 to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

[Instrumental]

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.

jimmy buffett

Artist Information

Name:	James William Buffett
Profile:	Born December 25, 1946 in Pascagoula, Mississippi. Singer, songwriter, actor (Repoman, Congo, Club Dread), and author has inspired a cult following of "Parrotheads" and now a second generation known as a "Parakeets". Buffett began his recording career in Nashville, TN recording country-rock in the 1960's but finally releasing his first record in 1970 and then moving to Key West to develope his beach bum attitude.
Albums / OSTs:	a white sport coat and a pink crustacean a1a banana wind barometer soup beach house on the moon boats, beaches, bars & ballads changes in latitudes, changes in attitud christmas island coconut telegraph down to earth far side of the world feeding frenzy floridays fruitcakes havana daydreamin' high cumberland jubilee hoot hot water last mango in paris license to chill off to see the lizard one particular harbour riddles in the sand somewhere over china son of a son of a sailor urban cowboy volcano you had to be there Click here to view All Albums and Song Lyrics of Jimmy Buffett!