What's in your coconut?
Nothing but marbles
Rolling around a shell
Better give them a spill
Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a pretty high
I'll pile 'til that exile
And spill 'til that spirit
Flies back home
What's in your low water?
Nothing but turtles
Piling up on their shells
Overcoming themselves
Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a fatal high
Now, I'll pile 'til that exile
And spill 'til that spirit
Flies back home
