Cold Coconuts

Cold Coconuts I'm coming for ya But first I've got a date in Addis Ababa With a friend who's baking teff He left the plains of Lubbock Texas on a personal quest So in the meantime repair the palapa fronds And sharpen my machete I'll be there as soon as this kid from Grottaglie stops going on and on and on and on About the best foccacia in the world So make sure the hammock is secure because the trade winds are coming in And exchange our excess yucca for the neighbour's homemadе rum I'll be there in a minutе Cold Coconuts I just gotta wrap the show up here They're finishing lecturing me on the difference between this and that And though I can't say I often agree Currently, I'm enjoying wearing all these hats Look I know there's a happy hour I'm missing in our land without clocks But just give me a second Cold Coconuts My friend's a contrarian who's nearly talked himself back to the table And hence we need to break bread in the food court in the grand bazaar before I go Hold tight Fill the cooler with ice and prepare the "coming soon" sign I'm getting there, but this friend, this friend just pulled me into a disco in Leipzig And I'm unsure of how to make inroads with these girls Who dress to impress yet don't seem to want to be seen Cold Coconuts I got you in my sights Cold Coconuts just hold tight Cold Coconuts I'm on my way Thing is, just not today (Peacetime and yogis, our dreams are out of focus Drinking in the trenches treats us better than the hammocks Peacetime and yogis, our dreams are out of focus Cheers to the battles and the saddles that we ride on)