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