Coconuts

COCONUTS A long time ago, 60 years plus I am sorry to say My grandfather gave me a 78 record to play On my Dansette player I eagerly did one day I heard coconuts in the weirdest way. It went clippety clop, clippety clop Just like a slow donkey that didn’t stop Throughout a cowboy kind of song With an American drawl slow and long. It was about a mouse at a pantry door Who had been scratching for a year or more And when he got through, he would be mighty sore There weren’t a darn thing in there Life gets tedious, don’t it. So that was the song with the coconut clop It conjured up the wild west with a coconut flop A Stetson and a cupboard as empty as could be With a coconut sound for an old gee gee.