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
But I’ve done a bit of smugglin’, I’ve run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy miami, but I pissed it away so fast
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I’ve got stop wishin’, got to go fishin’
I’m down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends