Poppa Joe

In the midday sun
They beat on their drums
With his coconut-rum
They can all have fun
They can drink it
'Till the sun goes down

Poppa Joe just smiles politely
With the money he takes he might be
Very rich one day as he hears them say

Poppa rumbo rumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa rumbo rumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa rumbo rumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
hey Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Hey Pop-, Poppa, Poppa Joe

Never see a sad face
in the market place
For his coconut taste
You can see them race
Through the streets
You can hear the sound

All of the ladies are laughing gaily
Poppa Joe's still thinking maybe
He'll always hear the people say

Poppa rumbo rumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa rumbo rumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa rumbo rumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Hey Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Hey Pop-, Poppa, Poppa Joe