[Verse] In a land where the coconuts sway, There's a lady making history today, With a smile that could melt your guitar strings, She's the queen of coconut dreams and things. [Verse 2] She's got the moves like cha-cha-cha, Mixing up merengue with dixie jazz, From the Aloha spirit to the tango beat, She's got all of America tappin' their feet. [Chorus] Oh, Tittle Harris, you dance so divine, With coconuts in line, oh you're one of a kind, From the islands to the heartland, feel the fusion heat, You're the coconut president we’re glad to meet. [Verse 3] On a surfboard or a salsa floor, Tittle’s style leaves us wanting more, Country twang with a big band swell, A melody woven like a Hawaiian spell. [Bridge] From the mountains to the ocean, shores so wide, She’s bringing the rhythm we can’t hide, With that Asian flair and that Abba glow, Tittle’s got the groove, let the love flow. [Chorus] Oh, Tittle Harris, you dance so divine, With coconuts in line, oh, you’re one of a kind, From the islands to the heartland, feel the fusion heat, You're the coconut president we’re glad to meet.
