It's really true how nothin' matters No mad, mad world and no mad hatters Noone's pitchin' cause there ain't no batters In Coconut Groove Don't bar the door, there's no one comin' The ocean's 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 To do what we wanna Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours And softly she will speak the stars Until sunup It's all from havin' someone knowin' Just which way your head is goin' Who's always warm, like in the mornin' In Coconut Groove
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