Coconut Grove (Sebastian / Yanovsky)

It's really true how 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 bar the door, there's no-one comin'
The ocean's roar will dull the drummin'
Of any city thoughts or city ways

The ocean breeze is coolin' my mind
The salty days are hers and mine
Just to do what we want to
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 blowin'
Who's always warm like in the mornin'
In Coconut Grove

1966 "Hums Of The Lovin' Spoonful"