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 them dream, most of them dream 

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late 
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder 
I'm an over-forty victim of fate 
Arriving too late, arriving too late 
I've done a bit of smuggling, 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 stop wishing, got to go fishing, down to rock bottom again 
Just a few friends, just a few friends 

I go for younger women, lived with several a while 
Though I ran them away, they'd come back one day 
Still could manage to smile 
Just takes a while, just takes a while 

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found 
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around 
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown 
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown

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