Tuesday on the island Not much goin' on The parties are all over They ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating With the tales from late last night 'Cause stories bear repeating For everyone's delight You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) Can't keep nothin' under their hat You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) Sayin' who did dis and dat Dis and dat, dis and dat Now I'm not one to deal in gossip But was he that big a fool To do a belly-buster high dive And miss the entire pool And what became of sweet Melissa And the boy nobody knew Did Ricardo ever find her I swear it's just between me and you But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) Just who comes and goes Comes and goes, comes and goes La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la La, la la la (La la la la la la la) La, la la la (La la la la la la oooooh) Ah! It's hump day on the island The lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history I guess everything's been said But when the eagle flies on Friday And the boys break out the rum And the joint begins to jumpin' And you'll hear those hot lines hum Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) All the celebration and the stress Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) In twenty-five words or less I want to hear it on the coconut telgraph (Telegraph) All the celebration and the stress Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (Telegraph) In twenty-five words or less Dis and dat, comes and goes Dis and dat, comes and goes