Coconut Grove — текст песни (David Lee Roth)

It`s really true how nothin` matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
Noone`s pitchin` cause there ain`t no batters
In Coconut Groove

Don`t bar the door, there`s no one comin`
The ocean`s roar will dull the drummin`
Of any city thoughts and city ways
The ocean breezes cool my mind
The salty days are hers and mine

To do what we wanna
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 goin`
Who`s always warm, like in the mornin`
In Coconut Groove