Lyrics:

It's really true how nothin' mattersNo mad, mad world and no mad hattersNoone's pitchin' cause there ain't no battersIn Coconut GrooveDon't bar the door, there's no one comin'The ocean's roar will dull the drummin'Of any city thoughts and city waysThe ocean breezes cool my mindThe salty days are hers and mineTo do what we wannaTonight we'll find a dune that's oursAnd softly she will speak the starsUntil sunupIt's all from havin' someone knowin'Just which way your head is goin'Who's always warm, like in the mornin'In Coconut Groove