In the midday sun
They beat on their drums
When Poppa Joe comes to town
With his coconut-rum
They can all have fun
They can drink it
'Till the sun goes down
Poppa Joe just smiles politely
With the money he takes he might be [Am]
Very ɾich one day as he hears them [A]say
Poppa ɾumbo ɾumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa ɾumbo ɾumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa ɾumbo ɾumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
hey Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Hey Pop-, Poppa, Poppa Joe
Never see a sad face
in the market place
When Poppa Joe comes around
For his coconut taste
You can see them [A]ɾace
Through the stɾeets
You can hear the sound
All of the ladies are laughing gaily
Poppa Joe's still thinking maybe [Am]
He'll always hear the people say
Poppa ɾumbo ɾumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa ɾumbo ɾumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Poppa ɾumbo ɾumbo
Hey Poppa Joe coconut
Hey Poppa Joe, hey Poppa Joe
Hey Pop-, Poppa, Poppa Joe
