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
#2.
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
#3.
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon.
Really, couldn't get away too soon.
No, no, no, no.
We'll keep on spending sunny days this way.
We're gonna talk and laugh our time away.
I feel it comin' closer day by day.
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon.
Really, couldn't get away too soon (fade.)