03-05-2012, 02:49 PM
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Senior Member
How Do You Identify?: Cranky Old Poop
Preferred Pronoun?: Mr. Beast
Relationship Status: Married
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Central Texas
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My song......
A Pirate Looks At Forty-- Jimmy Buffett
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 treasure
That few have ever seen, Most of them dreams,
Most of them 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'
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.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
but I've got to stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again. Just a few friends,
Just a few friends.
(Instrumental)
I go for younger women,
Lived with several awhile,
And though I ran away, They'll come back one day.
And they still can manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
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.
~Theo~   
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"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost." -- J. R. R. Tolkien
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