I climbed to a hilltop overlooking my hometown of Kailua and our little community of Coconut Grove and made a startling observation.

There ain’t no mo’ coconuts in Coconut Grove,
No mo’ sugar on the sugar cane road,
No mo’ sand where the concrete grows.
and there ain’t no coconuts in Coconut Grove.

There ain’t no Frankie in Frankie’s Drive-in,
No more flippin’ burgers for the population.
Things have got to change, it’s called evolution,
And there ain’t no Frankie in Frankie’s Drive-in.

There’s no Joey in Coconut Joe,
He’s 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 ain’t no coconuts in Coconut Grove,
No mo’ sugar on the sugar cane road
No MO’ sand where the concrete grows.
and there ain’t no coconuts in Coconut Grove.

No more coconuts in Coconut Grove.

organ, eric peterson
drums, michael rogers
bongos and percussion, bob