Coral island, your lagoon comes in handy
Coral island, your modus operandi is to
Turn my hopes and dreams
Into a hill of beans
Something worthwhile
Once in a while
Coral Island, dolce vita in the sea
Ocean waves lick your shores
Now they’re licking me
Wishes and cares
Melt into a bushel of dreams
For me I got coral in my site
And that’s alrite
Seems coral island is no pie in the sky
It’s the real thing, its the taste of summer
And you know that’s no lie
No sycamores here, but I’m sick of those
Who’d call a rose a sycamore
When you can call it arose
Coral Island, palm trees reach for the sky
If a coconut hits you you’d certainly die
Coconut pie is no pie in the sky
Kickin’ the sand there’s mud in your eye
Doo Rag
“but it’s our hill…& they’re our beans”
Stevie McCabe
dems our beans yas’m – scrambed like so many beans over hill and dale- look at em boy and weep – nobody else will come to this website and do so, i can tell you that sure as i can tell you my pitchin arm hasn’t been the same since wandella
Stevie McCabe
…and i tell you it aint!
Stevie McCabe
has beans, had beans, want beans – never had never wanted, never had the thrill for the kill – DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE – WHERE DO YOU THINK TH FUCKING BEANS CONE FRON – NURSED SEEDS FRON GROUND ZERO? ROLLED OFF AFGHAN WHEED FROM BUSHES LAST HERO?