There aint no mo coconuts in Coconut Grove,
No mo sugar on the sugar cane road,
No mo sand where the concrete grows
and there aint no coconuts in Coconut Grove

There aint no Frankie in Frankies Drive-in,
No more flippin burgers for the population
Things have got to change, its called evolution,
And there aint no Frankie in Frankies Drive-in

Theres no Joey in Coconut Joe,
Hes a young boy I met a long time ago
Playing his uke under a coconut tree,
Singing Maunawela Boy in the key of C

No more coconuts in Coconut Grove
There aint no coconuts in Coconut Grove,
No mo sugar on the sugar cane road
No MO sand where the concrete grows
and there aint no coconuts in Coconut Grove

No more coconuts in Coconut Grove