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It's really true that nothing matters
No mad mad world and no mad hatters
And no one's pitchin' 'cause there ain't no batters
In Cocoanut Grove
Don't bother lord, there's no one comin'
The ocean's roaring round the drummin'
Ah, Benny said her thoughts of silly ways

The ocean breezes cooled 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 Cocoanut Grove

The ocean breezes cooled 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 Cocoanut Grove, oh, oh, oh

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