Coconut Grove
It's really true how nothin matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
No one's pitchin cause their ain't no batters
In coconut grove
Don't bother door
Theirs no one comin
The oceans roar, were double drummin
Of many silly thoughts and silly ways
The ocean breeze has cooled my mind
The salty days are her's and mine
Just to do what we wanna
Tonight we'll find a dune that's our
And softly she will speak the stars
Until sun-up
It's all from havin' someone knowin'
Just which way your head is blowin'
Who's always warm like in the mornin'
In Coconut Grove
Writer/s: John Sebastian / Zal Yanowsky
