Down in hot Jamaica they raise a lot of cane
They distill it down until it’s golden brown
Put it in a bottle, then a boat or a plane
And it comes to this town in a truck or freight train
And then I buy my round and, yes, I drink it down
And then it ends up in my brain

(1st chorus)
Demon Rum, Demon Rum
I’m gonna go into town
Lay my money down and get me some
Just because I drink it
You think that I’m a bum
But the Devil with you
Because the Devil with me
Is gonna be ol’ Demon Rum

When I play the Victrola or while I’m watching TV
I sit and smoke, I sip my Rum-and-Coke
Or a frozen Daiquiri
I munch the crunchy granola, I eat the salted nuts
Orally gratified, I am so satisfied
Until the pain comes to my brain and my guts

(repeat 1st chorus)

I am symbiotic with the horny devils in my head
So I consume the Rum and soon they want to come
And coax some lovely lady into bed
And if she feels erotic, she lets me be her guest
So then we get undressed and, yes, I kiss her breast
But you will have to guess the rest

(2nd chorus)
Demon Rum, Demon Rum
We lay our bodies down
Try to go to town
And get us some
But because I’ve been drinking
Sometimes I cannot come
Well, the Devil with me
Because the Devil, you see
Has gotta be ol’ Demon Rum

Just like Jackson Pollock or Edgar Allan Poe
I abuse the booze to try to free the muse
And maybe get my stony thoughts to flow
Of course I’m self-destructive, I cannot tolerate pain
And so I drink the Rum, I make the guitar strum
And hope a song comes to my brain

(repeat 1st chorus)


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