"As the son of a son of a sailor I went
Out on the sea for adventure;
And spanning the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travellin' man I have
Chaled up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heros and crooks
And I learned much from both of their style
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton, one step ahead of the jailer.
Now, way in the near future, SouthEast of Disorder,
You can shake the hand of the Mango Man
As he greets you at the border.
And the Lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt where you need it, and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefather's harnessed before us.
Here the bells ring as the tide rigget sings,
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
The sea's in my veins my tradition remains,
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
As the son of a son, son of a son,
Son of a son of a sailor."
Having checked the lyrics of a few Jimmy Buffett songs... I come up empty-handed.