Shells

What’s in your coconut
Nothing but marbles
Rolling around a shell
Better give them a spill
Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a pretty high
Na, na, na, na
Na, na
I’ll pile till that exile
And spill till that spirit
Fly back home
What’s in your low water
Nothing but turtles
Piling up on their shells
Overcoming themselves
Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a fatal high
Na, na, na, na
Na, na
Now, I’ll pile till that exile
And spill till that spirit
Fly back home