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