Well, your paintings are all crooked
Your friendship's been mistook
And if you think I'm crazy
Don't take another look
Wild is in the forest
Fire is in the well
The ranks are in the sailin' ship
Wondering where the hell is hell
The preacher's in the pulpit
Whore is in the bed
The dogs are in the alley
The nags are gettin' fed
Roads are gettin' longer
The days are gettin' short
Well, you're lookin' for a new job
Of any other sort
Whoa, does anybody know?
Is there a sailin' ship goin' down to Kokomo?
La la la la, you know I gotta go
This place is drivin' me up a wall
Well, the judge, he needs a verdict
The jury had no tongue
Your old friend's having trouble
Recallin' songs you sung
Mind is full of cobwebs
Can't even cop your plea
Well, it knocks it in the dirt
And then she knocks you to your knees
Whoa, does anybody know?
Is there a sailin' ship goin' down to Kokomo?
La la la la, you know I gotta go
This place is drivin' me up a wall
Your luck is on vacation
Your trouble's overtime
You lost your money yesterday
You're 'bout to lose your mind
Bills are in the mailbox
Taxman's at your door
Well, you're wishin' you were small enough
To crawl inside the floor
Whoa, does anybody know?
Is there a sailin' ship goin' down to Kokomo?
La la la la, you know I gotta go
This place is drivin' me up a wall
Sing it
Whoa, is there a sailin' ship goin' down to Kokomo?
La la la la, you know I gotta go
This place is drivin' me up a wall
Sing it
Whoa, does anybody know?
Is there a sailin' ship goin' down to Kokomo?
La la la la, you know I gotta go
This place is drivin' me up a wall
Sing it
Whoa, does anybody know?
Is there a sailin' ship goin' down to Kokomo?
La la la la, you know I gotta go
This place is drivin' me up a wall
Kokomo was written by B.W. Stevenson.
Kokomo was produced by Tommy LiPuma.