Christmas party in the deep snow, wish we were in Puerto RicoFriends are over, vibes are right, Phyllis Noche by the firesideNow we're out of eggnog, stores are closed, head to bed soon, I supposeDid I hear a clip-clop, check the roof, that's not the sound of reindeer hoovesNo, that's the sound of the little coconut, that's coquitoI put it in a cup, that's the rhythm, that make me move my feetPut the star on the coconut treeParty's back on, glasses clink, it's snowy cinnamon on my drinkI hear the coco portada a la casa, a guitar ranada montadaTo the sound of the little coconut, called coquitoGo ahead and fill it up, that's my rhythm, that's the coco beatHanging lights on the coconut treeGo ahead and fill it up, that's the coco beat