Lyrics:

Tuesday on the island

Not much goin' on

The parties are all over

They ended just past dawn



But the jungle drums are beating

With the tales from late last night

Cause the stories bear repeating

For everyone's delight



You can hear it on the coconut telegraph

Can't keep nothin' under their hat

You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph

Sayin' who did dis and dat

Dis and dat dis and dat



Now I'm not one to deal in gossip

But was he that big of fool?

To do a belly buster high dive

And miss the entire pool?



Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?

And the kid nobody knew

Did Ricardo ever find her?

I swear it's just between me and you



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



It's hump day on the island

And 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 hot lines hum



Put it on the coconut telegraph

All the celebration and the stress

Put it on the coconut telegraph

In twenty-five words or less