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 over-forty victim of fate 
Arriving too late, arriving too late 
I've done a bit of smugglin', [bad word] my share of grass 
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I [bad word] it away so fast 
Never meant to last, never meant to last 
And I have been [bad word] now for over two weeks 
I passed out and I rallied and I [bad word] a few leaks 
But I got 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 [bad word] 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