Ba da ba dee ba da bee
I don't care much for chilly Monday mornings, When the floor gets so dog-gone cold.
And I don't care much for crowded trolley cars, Or the slush on the side of the road.
No, I'd much rather be somewhere far away From the aggravations and the pressures and the grief.
No, I'd rather sip coconut milk, In the shade of a coconut tree.
If I had three wishes bequeathed to me, Don't you know exactly what they would be?
I don't want no responsibilities; Give me a hammer, a hammock and a coconut tree.
Well, I suppose that I could wish for an end To all the bad things that people do.
But if folks don't know wrong from right, Well, how can I decide for you?
And so I figure, what can you do? Except maybe come along with me.
And you can share my hammock and sip my milk, In the shade of a coconut tree.
And if by some chance you can't agree I hope you will indulge my little fantasy.
Just three simple things that you can do for me Give me a hammer, a hammock and a coconut tree.
Driftin' and dreamin' Along the sandy shore. Me and my baby Who could ask for more?
If I had three wishes bequeathed to me, Don't you know exactly what they would be?
I don't want no responsibilities;
Give me a hammer, a hammock and a coconut tree.
Give me a hammer, a hammock and a coconut tree.
Give me a hammer, a hammock and a coconut tree.