Lyrics:

It's really true that nothin' matters
No mad-mad world and no mad hatters
And no one's pitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters
In Coconut Grove
Don't bother, Lord, there's no one comin'
The ocean's roarin' round the dronin'
Ah, Benny said her thoughts of city ways
The ocean breezes cool my mind
The sultry days of hers and mine
Just to do what we want to
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
And softly she will speak of stars until sun-up
It's all from havin' someone knowin'
Just which way your head is blowin'
It's always warm, like in the mornin'
In Coconut Grove

The ocean breezes cool my mind
The sultry days of hers and mine
Just to do what we want to
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
And softly she will speak of stars until sun-up
It's all from having someone knowin'
Just which way your head is blowin'
It's always warm, like in the mornin'
In Coconut Grove

Oh, ooh, oh...