Coconut Grove

Its really true how nothin matters.
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters.
No ones pitchin cause there aint no batters
In coconut grove.
Dont bar the door
Theres no one comin.
The oceans roar will dull the drummin
of any city thoughts or city ways.
The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine
Just to do what we wanna.
Tonight well find a dune thats ours
And softly we will see the stars
Until sun up.
Its really true how nothin matters.
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters.
No ones pitchin cause there aint no batters
In coconut grove.