Cherry says she's gonna' steal my boat
Sail it away to where the sun won't float
Swim with dead dolphins in the sea
Singing old black rum'll be the death of me

The sun streams in through the open door
Long lean shadows on an old tile floor
Singing a song as she brews up the tea
Singing old black rum'll be the death of me

I met a gal down in old Bombay
Tried to pawn her ticket to the USA
Down on the beach with a broken TV
Singing old black rum'll be the death of me

Davy Jones is a good old lad
Through me on the beach when it all turned bad
But I never did worry 'bout dyin' at sea
Cause old black rum'll be the death of me
Ya' the old black rum'll be the death of me