In coconut hall
It's all been a ball
In coconut hall
I don't know who to call
I think I'm ready to fall
In love
With you my dove
In coconut hall
Clip clop, clip clop
Can you hear the horses trot
Faster faster like from a disaster
They've shot
Bolted in the parlour
Better call the barbour
For the fork beards chopped
In coconut hall
No palm trees lopped
And we all sway on
The Caribbean breeze
In coconut hall
I'm not
a leopard who can change his spots
On command, on the spot
But now it's too hot
now, let's live
not sigh
In coconut hall
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