We make profits, got no time to waste
But the rich still rich & the poor the same
fed up with my job fed up with my life
I wanna live the city now
working like a dog for a boss I hate
& No time for friends & no time for love
I decide to quit & to take my chance
I wanna live the city now
I wanna sleep under the coconut trees
I wanna sleep under the coconut trees
I wanna sleep under the coconut trees
It the place where I long to be
Gotta find a native girl to scratch my back
I'm gonnna swim with the fish under the blue skie
I'm gonna have my share of the apple pie
Here I long to be
Gotta drink all night & sleep all day
Rum & coca cola & bossa nova
Chicks in bikini doing the hula
Here I'm gonna lay
I pick & choose the life i want
& say aloha to the big dirty city
Hawaian sunset on the deep blue sea
Here the place i wanna stay
Rock the place with a Hukulele
Rock it rock it all night long
To the sound of the bongo do the mambo
C'mon c'mon let's go
I wanna sleep under the coconut trees
I wanna sleep under the coconut trees
I wanna sleep under the coconut trees
It the place where I long to be
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.