Tuesday on the island Not much goin' on The parties are all over They ended just past dawn
But the jungle drums are beating With the tales from late last night Cause the stories bear repeating For everyone's delight
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Can't keep nothin' under their hat You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Sayin' who did dis and dat Dis and dat dis and dat
Now I'm not one to deal in gossip But was he that big of fool? To do a belly buster high dive And miss the entire pool?
Now what's the word on sweet Melissa? And the kid nobody knew Did Ricardo ever find her? I swear it's just between me and you
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Just who comes and goes Comes and goes comes and goes
It's hump day on the island And the lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history I guess everything's been said
But when the eagle flies on Friday And the boys break out the rum Then the joint begins to jumpin' And you'll hear those hot lines hum
Put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or lessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
