Some good old Antiguan rum
And the rain she's starting to come now
There's a northern wind and the lights are dim
’Cause the fish aren't biting today
I’m gonna lay on my bunk and get drunk as a skunk
There's six foot waves and my stomach craves
I got me a hutch where there might be a bunch
The fish aren't biting today boys, fish aren't biting today
Like a good fresh Cuban cigar
I put some away for a rainy day