A Pirate Looks At Forty - Jack Johnson (杰克·约翰逊)

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

In your belly you hold the treasures

Few have ever seen

Most of 'em dreams

Most of 'em dreams

Yes I am a pirate

A few two hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder

There's nothin' to plunder

I'm an over-forty victim of fate

Arrivin' too late arrivin' 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 stop wishin'

I've got to go fishin'

Down to rock bottom again

Just a few friends

Just a few friends

Just a few friends

Just a few friends