B. Olofson/M. McIntyre
Oh, `til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin` `til I go down to Bimini.
We were all sailors `til the day our boat pulled in to Bimini Bay.
We tapped a keg. We loaded on. Woke up to find the boat was gone!
Chorus:
Send my bail down to Bimini. This town is wearisome. Got thrown in jail just for drinkin` Barbego rum, Barbego rum.
Oh, `til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin `til I go down to Bimini.,
I recollect the other night, seems like there was a friendly fight.
It was a woman brought me grief. Her mother was the police chief!
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I told them I would mend my ways. They let me out in thirty days.
One little sip to quench my thirst, I should have read the label first!
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Oh, `til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin` `til I go down to Bimini.
They say that Bimini can`t afford to keep providing room and board.
I`m anchored here by ball and chain, squeezin` the rum from sugar cane.
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Oh, `til I go down to Bimini, never get a lickin` `til I go down to Bimini. (Repeat and fade)