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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
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