In the midday sun they beat on their drums
When Poppa Joe comes to town
With his coconut-rum they can all have fun
They can drink it 'til 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
Hey Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe, hey Pop-, Poppa, Poppa Joe.
Never see a sad face in the market place
When Poppa Joe comes around
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: