E             A   E  
It's Tuesday on the is-land 
 B             E 
Not much going on 
                   A  E 
The parties are all o-ver 
     B               E 
They ended just past dawn 
 
    E               A     E 
The jungle drums are beat-ing 
         B                    E 
With the tales from late last night 
                    A    E 
Cause stories bear repea-ting 
    B            E 
For everyone's delight 
     E       A                       E                 
     You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph 
                B                   E 
     Can't keep nothin' under their hat 
             A                       E 
     You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph 
            B               E 
     Sayin' who did dis and dat 
     A       E    B       E 
     Dis and dat, dis and dat  
Now I'm not one for dealing gossip 
But was he that big a fool? 
To do a belly buster high dive 
And miss the entire pool? 
 
And what became of sweet Melissa? 
And the boy nobody knew 
Did Ricardo ever find her? 
I swear it's just between me and you 
 
2nd Chorus: 
     But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph 
     By now everybody knows 
     You can hear it on the coconut telegraph 
     Just who comes and goes 
     Comes and goes, comes and goes 
 
 
     A         E          B         A         E          B 
     La  la la la   la la la        la  la la la   la la la 
     A         E        
     La  la la la   (la la la la la)   
     A         E                 B 
     La  la la la   (la la la la la) 
 
 
It's hump day on the island 
The lines have all gone dead 
All the juicy news is history 
I guess everything's been said 
 
But when the eagle flies on Friday 
And the boys break out the rum 
Then the joint begins to jumpin' 
And you'll hear those hotlines hum 
 
Last Chorus: 
 
     Put it on the coconut telegraph  
     All the celebration and the stress 
     Baby put it on the coconut telegraph  
     In twenty-five words or less 
 
     I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph 
     All the celebration and the stress 
     Baby put it on the coconut telegraph  
     In twenty-five words or less 
     Dis and dat, comes and goes 
     Dis and dat, comes and goes