Coconuts
I like coconuts, you can't break them open
They smell like ladies,
Lyin in the sun
I like coconuts you can't break them open
They smell like ladies,
Lyin in the sun
And if I had my way
I'd give a coconut to everyone
Well I gotta friend named Jack
Look like he born in a paper sack
Well that's my friend Jack
Oooh, c'mon Jack
Smell these coconuts
There's enough for everyone
Jackie likes the smell of cut grass
He used to play ball on Saturdays
Playin in the sun
Jackie likes the smell of cut grass
He used to play ball on Saturdays
Playin in the sun
If Jackie had his way,
He'd give some cut grass to everyone
Well I gotta friend named Fred
Look like he born in a slanty shed
(in some versions "piece of bread)
Well that's my friend Fred
Oooh, c'mon Fred
Smell these coconuts
There's enough for everyone
Freddy likes the sound of cold drink
He used to pop tops on Saturdays,
Sippin in the sun
Freddy likes the sound of cold drink
He used to pop tops on Saturdays,
Sippin in the sun
If Freddy had his way
Ooh, he'd give a cold drink to everyone
(I'm gonna follow my nose to where the coconut grows
Nobody knows like my nose, to find those, no)
I like coconuts, you can't break them open and they smell like ladies,
Lyin in the sun