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...