The Coconut Monk

The Coconut Monk was a little rat boy on the streets of Saigon
hustling the American invaders hustling the Viet Cong
he could walk you down the path to whiskey women guns and opium
The Coconut Monk was a little rat boy on the streets of Saigon

The Coconut Monk rode a napalm bomb bouquet up into the hidden hills
he tried to get back into his enterprise but the gods made him face his evils and his ills
he forgot about the U.S. shipment of comic books and Dr. Fog’s pills
The Coconut Monk rode a napalm bomb bouquet up into the hidden hills

The Coconut Monk spent the years in silence and in prayer
the valley of explosions shook and trembled in the burning air
he made a bamboo spear into a flute then he knew that he must go back there
The Coconut Monk spent the years in silence and in prayer

The Coconut Monk went to an island it was on a peaceful river until the soldiers dug in
at night the arcs of r.p.g.’s and tracers burned up the sky
but no one fired upon the Coconut Monk’s island
from the regiments and the villages the people came
refugees and children crossed the river
soldiers dropped their rifles in the sand

The Coconut Monk saw the bombs fall on the beach and the burning black sun saw the blood on the water
machine gun fire cut the lotus vine then the soldiers heard the old man say
you have come in peace you have come in peace you have come in peace I pray

The Coconut Monk was a little rat boy on the streets of Saigon
The Coconut Monk rode a napalm bomb bouquet up
The Coconut Monk spent the years in silence
The Coconut Monk closed his eyes and watched the gun boats drift away

© 1992 & 1997 Liberty Beach Music
From the 1992 album, “The Sweetheart’s Collection” & the 1997 album, "The War For Salt"

http://www.DavidHarris.com libertybeach1@mail.com All songs written by David Harris. Copyright 2006 Liberty Beach Music, BMI. Used by permission.

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