Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of . . .Groovin' . . . down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see We can be anyone we want to be And all those happy people we could meet just . . .
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon
Guess what I got stuck in my head now.
Groovy chimes, they're farout man.
