Texty: Jack Johnson. Pirate Looks At 40.

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
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
Yes, I am a pirate
Two hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder
There's nothin' to plunder
I'm an under-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

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
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 uptown