I like coconuts You can break them open They smell like ladies lying in the sun I like coconuts You can break them open They smell like ladies lying in
He came back one day and Told me stories that I now dream of (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Open atmosphere Take me anywhere Take me there (Oh, oh, oh, oh) We have
(belew/hertzman) Hello honey, how is every little thing? Sure I'll be glad to meet you at the beach at ten I wanna be your brown-eyed handsome man Plant
everybody wants a piece of the pie,but you cant take a bite,no you cant take a bite of me!every time prosperity rains,aint gonna bet, no aint gonna bet
Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime His sister had another one, she paid it for a lime. She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them
Ah yo! Eh, work it with them coconuts, oh Eh, let me see them coconuts Oh, I got a lean up in my right hand Eh, I got a lean up in my right hand Oh, I
2nd verse: It's been twenty years since then Or maybe only ten But there are the blokes A shouting out Again and again and again. Oh, I've got a lovely
Bruder bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime His sister had anudder one she paid it for de lime She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot'
Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up
Down at an English fair, one evening I was there When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts There they
Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dame He said to hide another one, she paid him for the lime She put the lime in the coconut, she drank '
Come on Oh yeah Come on, come on Come on, come on Shout Ooh, ooh Come on in, hang your coats Eat our chips, come on, we've got loads Shake your coconuts
Well, the monkeys in the trees are happy The coconuts are turning green The coconut boy climbs up to the top of the tree Gathered a nice ripe coconut
Temperatures rise, rising and reeling from feral files found in the trash can confirming all our deepest fears Oooh television keeps us scared to death
My name is Milky Joe I get the slow flow When I look around There ain't nowhere to go You drank the milk He said you coco loco You try to hide
Coro: Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! Che fame! G: E qui, in quest?isola deserta, non c?e niente da mangiare
(Joan Baez) Coconuts sitting in my hand Remindin' me of my island man And my island man sitting in his hut Dreamin' about my coconuts Coconuts floating