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(Hey ladies and ladies,
jump into my dingy.
We're heading out to my island.)
I live out on an island down in San
Tropez.
I visit all the ladies every night and day.
Their husbands all get jealous when I'm in their huts.
But I'm only there to share my coconuts.
Cuz I got coconuts.
Big fuzzy coconuts.
I go out every day to get my nuts in the tree.
And when I look back down,
there's women looking up at me.
And they're not there to see me, because they're sluts.
They wanna suck the milk from my coconuts.
Uh!
I got coconuts.
Big fuzzy coconuts.
And on my way to market,
the women come to watch me strut.
Their men - they all despise me.
Cuz I got the best and biggest coconuts.
I got coconuts.
Big fuzzy coconuts.
Cuz got coconuts.
Big fuzzy coconuts.
(Stand back while I whip out my sax)
** bad fake sax solo ensues **
Cuz I got the best biggest coconuts.
Cuz I got coconuts.
Big fuzzy coconuts...
(I got a whole sack full...
Hold out your hands...
Do they feel ripe to you???
It's a special today - two for a dollar.)
Coco-nuts-nuts-nuts...
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