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Coconut Grove - The Champs



     
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Coconut Grove Lyrics


It's really true how nothin' matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
No one's pitchin' 'cause their ain't no batters in coconut grove
Don't bother door, there's no one comin'
The oceans roar, were double drummin'
Of many silly thoughts and silly ways
The ocean breeze has cooled my mind
The salty days are her's 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 goin'
Who's always warm, like in the mornin' in coconut grove
The ocean breeze has cooled my mind
The salty days are her's 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 really true how nothin' matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
No one's pitchin' 'cause their ain't no batters in coconut grove

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An instrumental quintet formed in Los Angeles in 1957, the Champs comprised Challenge Records executive Dave Burgess (born Lancaster, CA) (guitar) and session players Buddy Bruce (guitar), Chuck Rio (born Daniel Flores, Rankin, TX) (saxophone), Cliff Hills (bass), and Gene Alden (born Cisco, TX) (drums). This lineup recorded Rio's "Tequila" as a B-side to Burgess' "Train to Nowhere." "Tequila" topped the charts in 1958.

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