By: jimmy buffett   1980   For the gang at the fish house   Tuesday on the island   Not much goin' on   The parties are all over   They ended just past dawn      The jungle drums are beating   With the tales from late last night   'cause stories bear repeating   For everyone's delight      Chorus:   You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   Can't keep nothin' under their hat   You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   Sayin' who did dis and dat   Dis and dat, dis and dat      Now I'm not one to deal in 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      Chorus:   But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   By now everybody knows   You can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   Just who comes and goes   Comes and goes, comes and goes      La, la la la, la la la   La, la la la, la la la   La, la la la, (la la la la la la la)   La, la la la, (la la la la la la oooooh)   Ah!      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   And the joint begins to jumpin'   And you'll hear those hot lines hum      Chorus:   Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   All the celebration and the stress   Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   In twenty-five words or less      I want to hear it on the coconut telgraph (telegraph)   All the celebration and the stress   Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)   In twenty-five words or less   Dis and dat, comes and goes   Dis and dat, comes and goes