Jimmy Buffett (born December 25, 1946 in Gulf Shores, Alabama, United States) is a singer/songwriter, best known for his "island escapism" lifestyle and music including hits such as "Margaritaville" and "Come Monday". He has a rabid, but genial, cult following known as "Parrotheads." They call the youngest members "Parakeets."
Buffett has written three No. 1 best sellers. Tales from Margaritaville and Where Is Joe Merchant? both spent over seven months on the New York Times Best Seller fiction list.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## <[email protected]> Subject: song - "CoconutTelegraph.crd" - Jimmy_Buffett To: [email protected] Date: Tue, 20 Apr 93 13:18:41 EDT X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11]
(This is on the album by the same name and is also on the box set.)
Coconut Telegraph ================= By Jimmy Buffett
EAE It's Tuesday on the is-land BE Not much going on AE The parties are all o-ver BE They ended just past dawn
EAE The jungle drums are beat-ing BE With the tales from late last night AE Cause stories bear repea-ting BE For everyone's delight
Chorus: EAE You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph BE Can't keep nothin' under their hat AE You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph BE Sayin' who did dis and dat AEBE Dis and dat, dis and dat
Now I'm not one for dealing gossip But was he that big a fool? To do a belly buster high dive And miss the entire pool?
And what became of sweet Melissa? And the boy nobody knew Did Ricardo ever find her? I swear it's just between me and you
2nd Chorus: But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Just who comes and goes Comes and goes, comes and goes
AEBAEB La la la la la la la la la la la la la la AE La la la la (la la la la la) AEB La la la la (la la la la la)
It's hump day on the island The lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history I guess everything's been said
But when the eagle flies on Friday And the boys break out the rum Then the joint begins to jumpin' And you'll hear those hotlines hum
Last Chorus:
Put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less
I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less Dis and dat, comes and goes Dis and dat, comes and goes
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