down in pinacoladaberg…(complete!)

cocopete2.jpgHere are most of the lyrics to “Pinacoladaberg” that Scott wrote about. I wrote out the lyrics after not finding them anywhere else, so there are a few holes. For the full experience (mp3s of the song), see the update below.

(EDIT: Walter has helped me fill in the holes in the song. Thanks.)

(Update 10/15/08: Apparently this page is getting many views, but people aren’t finding the newer, more complete Coconut Pete post. It’s got lyrics for his other songs, as well as MP3 downloads.)


by Coconut Pete (Club Dread)

They call me the mayor,
Cause I spend all my days here,
And you would too, if you knew what I know.

Got a tropical treat,
Sucked straight from the coconut’s teat.
When mixed just right it makes your short hairs grow.

Got a hole in my straw hat,
two tires on my jeep flat.
Maybe today…I’ll stay out of the sun.

But the ladies are flocking.
That means it’s time to start cockin’,
That brain-freeze nectar…that fills my fun-gun!

Pour still another glass,
In Pinacoladaberg.
Coconut milk with a pineapple splash.
Don’t forget that the Rum comes third!

Passed out flat on my ass,
In Pinacoladaberg!
Blood-shot eyes and a sore moustache
Mouth tastes like piñata turd.

Promised I’d take it slow,
’round In Pinacoladaberg.
Booze-soaked lava is starting to flow,
Guess I’ll have to drink my word.

With bikinis to my right,
God bless Pinacoladaberg!!
This loud mouth soup makes my head feel light…
Makes me feel like a dirty bird!

Dang – these drinks are strong…
Shouldn’t have smoked that bong!
Now I’m too drunk to sing this song…

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