One
day coconuts will leave this world,
else they will disappear from the Earth's fields.
And we will think about it over and over again,
and time will pass and this is the second
veil.
Coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone.
And one day they will leave the Earth,
they will be harvested by gloved aliens.
I will think about this on the worst night of my lifetime.
Time will pass and this is the second veil.
Coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone, coconuts are gone.
One day coconuts will leave this world,
they will disappear from the Earth's fields,
and we will think about it over and over again,
and time will pass and this is the second veil.
Coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone,
coconuts are gone, coconuts are gone.
I'd like to be underneath a palm tree,
in a plush garden,
inestimably lush.
But all the coconuts have gone,
they've given up on Captain Ron.
They've been living with the fear of being crushed.
And I'd like to think they're alive on a think tank,
as the pet sounds are keeping them profound.
Cause all the coconuts have gone,
they've found a different island to belong.
It lives in harmony with different sounds.
I'd like to be a mighty,
mighty coconut tree,
In a plush garden With coconuts who aren't crushed and happy
all day long
Coconuts are gone
Coconuts are gone
Coconuts are gone
Coconuts are gone
And it likes me A mighty, mighty coconut tree
In a plush garden With coconuts who aren't crushed and happy