Harry Bellafonte: Down Grand Bahama 'neath the stand-up palm

On an island called Green Turtle Key,

People sit and stare at the man who's there

Counting coconuts night and day.

You'll find him dressed in a cape in the island sun,

Got no time to rest 'til his counting's done

Never gets depressed 'cause he's having fun,

He's the Coconut Counting Man

Tell everybody now



Count: I'm the Coconut Counting Man



HB: Everybody



Birds: He's the Coconut Counting Man



HB: Watch him count now



Count: One, two, three...oh oh yeah, four five six seven, I love it, wonderful coconuts!



HB: A-ha, Wonderful!

When the tropical breeze blows the nuts from the trees

Everybody spies while he's counting

Oh they glow and smile 'cause his coconut pile

Is growing big as a mountain

Sure as stars are bright, and water's deep

He'd rather count all night than go to bed and sleep

He counts coconuts instead of sheep

He's the Coconut Counting Man

Tell the people



Count: I'm the Coconut Counting Man



HB: Everybody now



Birds: He's the Coconut Counting Man



HB: Watch him count



Count: 16, 17, 18, 19, yes, 20, ha ha! I love these coconuts!



HB: Big numbers! Uh-huh. Wonderful!

I never got his name, don't know from where he came

But there's one thing that is true

No coconut amount's too big for him to count

You can count on him to count for you

Everybody now



Count: One and two, three four five,

It's wonderful to be alive!

Yes, I'm so proud as proud can be that I've

Been the Coconut Counting Man



HB: Everybody now



Birds: He's the Coconut Counting Man

He's the Coconut Counting Man

He's the Coconut Counting Man



HB: Let's hear it, Count



Count: Yes, oh, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 Coconuts ha ha ha!



HB: Ah, that's a lot of coconuts!



Count: Yes



HB: Yes sir, I think the island's sinking!



Count: Ah, we need to find a bigger island anyway.



HB: Yes, but I've got you, so what else matters?



Count: Ha ha ha! Let's eat.



HB: Oh, thank you, Count, I love you so much.