B. OlofsonM. 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!



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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)