Lyrics:

By: jimmy buffett

1980

For the gang at the fish house

Tuesday on the island

Not much goin' on

The parties are all over

They ended just past dawn


The jungle drums are beating

With the tales from late last night

'cause stories bear repeating

For everyone's delight


Chorus:

You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)

Can't keep nothin' under their hat

You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (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 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


Chorus:

But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)

By now everybody knows

You can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)

Just who comes and goes

Comes and goes, comes and goes


La, la la la, la la la

La, la la la, la la la

La, la la la, (la la la la la la la)

La, la la la, (la la la la la la oooooh)

Ah!


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

And the joint begins to jumpin'

And you'll hear those hot lines hum


Chorus:

Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)

All the celebration and the stress

Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)

In twenty-five words or less


I want to hear it on the coconut telgraph (telegraph)

All the celebration and the stress

Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)

In twenty-five words or less

Dis and dat, comes and goes

Dis and dat, comes and goes