David Lee Roth - Coconut grove

^EmIt's really true h^Aow nothin' matters ^EmNo mad, mad world a^And no mad hatters ^EmNo one's pitchin' 'c^Aause there ain't no batters ^BIn Coconut Groove

^EmDon't bar the door, th^Aere's no one comin' ^EmThe ocean's roar w^Aill dull the drummin' ^EmOf any city tho^Aughts and city ways ^{Em A}

^GThe ocean breezes cool my mind ^GThe salty days are hers and m^Emine To do what we wa^Anna ^{Em A}

^GTonight we'll find a dune that's ours ^GAnd softly she will speak the st^Emars Until sun ^Aup

^EmIt's all from hav^Ain' someone knowin' ^EmJust which way y^Aour head is blowin' ^EmWho's always warm, l^Aike in the mornin' ^BIn Coconut Grove

^GThe ocean breezes cool my mind ^GThe salty days are hers and m^Emine To do what we wa^Anna ^{Em A}

^GTonight we'll find a dune that's ours ^GAnd softly she will speak the st^Emars Until sun u^Ap ^{Em A}

^EmIt's really true h^Aow nothin' matters ^EmNo mad, mad world a^And no mad hatters ^EmNo one's pitchin' 'ca^Ause there ain't no batters ^BIn Coconut Groove