Groovy Grouper
[Verse 1]
Way down south, there's a little shack.
They cook the sandwich, that'll make your lips smack.
About the delicious grouper, down in Key Largo.
[Chorus]
Groovy grouper, there they are swimming with the tide.
Caught and filleted, baked or fried.
Served on a hamburger bun, with a slice of cheese.
You can't get it nowhere else, like you get it in the Keys.
[Verse 2]
It won't be long 'til your order's up.
Fish sandwich with fries dunked in ketchup.
You've never had anything like it before.
You'll finish the first one, and you'll order one more.
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[Verse 3]
So come on down, there's no better spot.
The drinks are cold, and the food is hot.
The next time you need to get away,
Take a trip down good ol' A1A.
[Chorus]