Coconut

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 Put 'em in a coconut sack He climbs right down with the coconuts on his backpack And the wind blows through the coconut trees The monkeys, they hang on tight The cuckoo bird sings at the 'Huc'alaa hula' tonight When the wind blows through the coconut trees The monkeys, they hang on tight The cuckoo bird sings at the 'Huc'alaa hula' tonight