Harry Bellafonte: Down Grand Bahama `neath the stand-up palm
On an island called Green Turtle Key,
People sit and stare at the man who`s there
Counting coconuts night and day.
You`ll find him dressed in a cape in the island sun,
Got no time to rest `til his counting`s done
Never gets depressed `cause he`s having fun,
He`s the Coconut Counting Man
Tell everybody now
Count: I`m the Coconut Counting Man
HB: Everybody
Birds: He`s the Coconut Counting Man
HB: Watch him count now
Count: One, two, three...oh oh yeah, four five six seven, I love it, wonderful coconuts!
HB: A-ha, Wonderful!
When the tropical breeze blows the nuts from the trees
Everybody spies while he`s counting
Oh they glow and smile `cause his coconut pile
Is growing big as a mountain
Sure as stars are bright, and water`s deep
He`d rather count all night than go to bed and sleep
He counts coconuts instead of sheep
He`s the Coconut Counting Man
Tell the people
Count: I`m the Coconut Counting Man
HB: Everybody now
Birds: He`s the Coconut Counting Man
HB: Watch him count
Count: 16, 17, 18, 19, yes, 20, ha ha! I love these coconuts!
HB: Big numbers! Uh-huh. Wonderful!
I never got his name, don`t know from where he came
But there`s one thing that is true
No coconut amount`s too big for him to count
You can count on him to count for you
Everybody now
Count: One and two, three four five,
It`s wonderful to be alive!
Yes, I`m so proud as proud can be that I`ve
Been the Coconut Counting Man
HB: Everybody now
Birds: He`s the Coconut Counting Man
He`s the Coconut Counting Man
He`s the Coconut Counting Man
HB: Let`s hear it, Count
Count: Yes, oh, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 Coconuts ha ha ha!
HB: Ah, that`s a lot of coconuts!
Count: Yes
HB: Yes sir, I think the island`s sinking!
Count: Ah, we need to find a bigger island anyway.
HB: Yes, but I`ve got you, so what else matters?
Count: Ha ha ha! Let`s eat.
HB: Oh, thank you, Count, I love you so much.