Jimmy Buffett - Pencil Thin Moustache Lyrics
As the son of a son of a sailorI went out on the sea for adventureExpanding the view of the captain and crewLike a man just released from indentureAs a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' manI have chalked up many a mileRead dozens of books about heroes and crooksAnd I learned much from both of their stylesChorus:Son of a son, son of a sonSon of a son of a sailorSon of a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead of the jailerNow away in the near futureSoutheast of disorderYou can shake the hand of the mango manAs he greats you at the borderAnd the lady she hails from TrinidadIsland of the spicesSalt for your meat, and cinnamon sweetAnd the rum is for all your good vicesHaul the sheet in as we ride on the windThat our forefathers harnessed before usHear the bells ring as the tight rigging singsIt's a son of a gun of a chorusWhere it all ends I can't fathom my friendsIf I knew I might toss out my anchorSo I cruise along always searchin' for songsNot a lawyer a thief or a bankerBut a son of a son, son of a sonSon of a son of a sailorSon of a gun, load the last tonOne step ahead of the jailerI'm just a son of a son, son of a sonSon of a son of a sailorThe sea's in my veins, my tradition remainsI'm just glad I don't live in a trailer