Note from Joe: This fun song was a favorite of mine in the late 1960's, and I only recently rediscovered it after searching for it all these years. Enjoy!
Yes, Christopher Robin is alive and well
Drinking rum from a coconut shell.
Long haired maidens sit on his knee
In fragrant flowers under breadfruit trees.
Yes, Christopher Robin is alive and well.
The sand is warm, the waves are swell.
He drinks his rum and plays his guitar,
And wishes you well wherever you are.
Now Chris was neither rich nor poor,
And legally he exists no more.
For seven long years she waited around;
The kids all left and got jobs downtown.
The computing machine just came across:
Claim Number Twenty-Two Eighty-Eight Naught.
She got the check and leaned back sighing,
"Christopher you did right well by dying."
Yes, Christopher Robin is alive and well
Drinking rum from a coconut shell.
Long haired maidens sit on his knee
In fragrant flowers under breadfruit trees.
Yes, Christopher Robin is alive and well.
The sand is warm, the waves are swell.
He drinks his rum and plays his guitar,
And wishes you well wherever you are.