Harry Bellafonte: Down Grand Bahama 'neath the stand-up palm On an island called Green Turtle Key, People sit and stare at the man who's there Counting coconuts night and day. You'll find him dressed in a cape in the island sun, Got no time to rest 'til his counting's done Never gets depressed 'cause he's having fun, He's the Coconut Counting Man Tell everybody now Count: I'm the Coconut Counting Man HB: Everybody Birds: He's the Coconut Counting Man HB: Watch him count now Count: One, two, three...oh oh yeah, four five six seven, I love it, wonderful coconuts! HB: A-ha, Wonderful! When the tropical breeze blows the nuts from the trees Everybody spies while he's counting Oh they glow and smile 'cause his coconut pile Is growing big as a mountain Sure as stars are bright, and water's deep He'd rather count all night than go to bed and sleep He counts coconuts instead of sheep He's the Coconut Counting Man Tell the people Count: I'm the Coconut Counting Man HB: Everybody now Birds: He's the Coconut Counting Man HB: Watch him count Count: 16, 17, 18, 19, yes, 20, ha ha! I love these coconuts! HB: Big numbers! Uh-huh. Wonderful! I never got his name, don't know from where he came But there's one thing that is true No coconut amount's too big for him to count You can count on him to count for you Everybody now Count: One and two, three four five, It's wonderful to be alive! Yes, I'm so proud as proud can be that I've Been the Coconut Counting Man HB: Everybody now Birds: He's the Coconut Counting Man He's the Coconut Counting Man He's the Coconut Counting Man HB: Let's hear it, Count Count: Yes, oh, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30 Coconuts ha ha ha! HB: Ah, that's a lot of coconuts! Count: Yes HB: Yes sir, I think the island's sinking! Count: Ah, we need to find a bigger island anyway. HB: Yes, but I've got you, so what else matters? Count: Ha ha ha! Let's eat. HB: Oh, thank you, Count, I love you so much.