Well the monkeys in the trees are happy

the coconuts are turning green,

the coconut boy climbs up to the top of the three



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 threes

the monkeys they hang on tight

the cuckoo bird sings at the "huc'alaa hula" tonight