It's really true how nothing matters.
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters.
No one's pitchin cause there ain't no batters
In coconut grove.

Don't bar the door there's no one coming.
The oceans roar will dull the drummin
Of any city thoughts and city ways.

The ocean breezes cool my mind.
The salty days are hers and mine
Just to do what we wanna.
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 knowing
Just which way your head is blowing
Who's always warm like in the morning
In coconut grove.

The ocean breezes cool my mind.
The salty days are her's and mine
Just to do what we wanna.
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 pitchin cause there ain't no batters
In coconut grove.

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