Coconut Grove

It's really true, how nothing matters,
No mad, mad world,
And no mad hatters,
No one's pitching,
Cause there ain't no batters,
In Coconut Grove.

Don't bar the door,
There's no one comin',
The ocean's roar,
Were dull the drummin',
Of many city thoughts and city ways.

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanta.

Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sun up.

It's all from having someone knowin',
Just which way your head is blowin',
It was always warm like in the mornin',
In Coconut Grove.

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanta.

Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sun up.

It's really true, how nothing matters,
No mad, mad world,
And no mad hatters,
No one's pitching,
Cause there ain't no batters,
In Coconut Grove.