© 1996 Danny Taddei

Last month I set a coarse for the isle of Bimini

And just like that my boat was slammed by wind and sloppy seas

Just at the time I’d had enough and I turned my boat around

That mother wind had changed her mind and she ran my boat aground

Some would say my luck was bad with all the things gone wrong

But I just smile and play guitar and sing dem all this song

Chorus

Don’t cry for me you folks up in the states

With all your bills and your traffic thrills.

I’ll watch the stars ‘till late

And tomorrow will be a sunny day

I’ll lie down in the sand

And drink a rum and coconut and get myself a tan 

Yost Van Dyke had such a little pleasant drinking shack

I drank too much. My skiff got loose

And now I can’t swim back

The mosquitoes started drinking my 151 proof blood

I didn’t seem to notice sleeping face down in the mud

A lot of folk send pity hope some day I’ll come along

But I just smile and play guitar and sing dem all this song

Chorus

Don’t cry for me you folks up in the states

With all your bills and your traffic thrills.

I’ll watch the stars ‘till late

And tomorrow will be a sunny day

I’ll lie down in the sand

And drink a rum and coconut and get myself a tan

Betty on the boat next door was looking rather sweet

I called her on the radio to tell her where to meet

But Sheila heard the gossip as it traveled on the phone

She caught me in my hammock

Oh, and I was not alone

Chorus

Don’t cry for me you folks up in the states

With all your bills and your traffic thrills.

I’ll watch the stars ‘till late

And tomorrow will be a sunny day

I’ll lie down in the sand

And drink a rum and coconut and get myself a tan

With Betty, or with Sheila and we’ll roll around in the sand

And act a little decadent and get ourselves a tan

And drink a rum and coconut and get ourselves a tan