Tuesday on the island
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Not much goin' on
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The parties are all over
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They ended just past dawn
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But the jungle drums are beating
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With the tales from late last night
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Cause the stories bear repeating
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For everyone's delight
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You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
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Can't keep nothin' under their hat
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You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
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Sayin' who did dis and dat
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Dis and dat dis and dat
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Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
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But was he that big of fool?
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To do a belly buster high dive
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And miss the entire pool?
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Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
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And the kid nobody knew
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Did Ricardo ever find her?
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I swear it's just between me and you
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You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
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By now everybody knows
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You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
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Just who comes and goes
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Comes and goes comes and goes
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It's hump day on the island
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And the lines have all gone dead
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All the juicy news is history
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I guess everything's been said
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But when the eagle flies on Friday
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And the boys break out the rum
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Then the joint begins to jumpin'
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And you'll hear those hot lines hum
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Put it on the coconut telegraph
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All the celebration and the stress
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Put it on the coconut telegraph
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In twenty-five words or less
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Coconut Telegraph
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| Jimmy Buffett |
