Mr. Cocoa is going to visit
His friend, another Mr. Cocoa.
He shines his shoes, combs his hair,
And walks with a cane and a hat.
Morning. Breeze.
And there it is –
A green house, a red door,
Ding ding, ding on the doorbell.
"Good morning, Mr. Cocoa."
"Good morning, Mr. Cocoa."
"What shall we do?"
"Perhaps we should go visit
Our friend,
Another Mr. Cocoa."
Cocoa, Cocoa
Two Mr. Cocoas strolling along the streets, walking,
Talking to each other.
Morning. Breeze.
And there it is –
A yellow house, a green door,
Ding ding, ding on the doorbell.
"Good beforenoon."
"Good beforenoon."
"What shall we do?"
"Perhaps we should go visit
Our friend,
Another Mr. Cocoa."
Cocoa, Cocoa
Three Mr. Cocoas strolling along the streets,
It's noon and the sun is hot.
"I'm tired" says Mr. Cocoa.
"I'm hungry" says Mr. Cocoa.
"I'm thirsty" says Mr. Cocoa.
Three Mr. Cocoas walking into a restaurant,
Three Misters
Sitting and eating salad and soup and stuffed pepper.
And they will not go visit
Their friend,
Another Mr. Cocoa.
Cocoa, Cocoa, Cocoa
Mr. Cocoa is going to visit
His friend, another Mr. Cocoa.
He shines his shoes, combs his hair,
And walks with a cane and a hat.
Morning. Breeze.
And there it is –
A green house, a red door,
Ding ding, ding on the doorbell.