Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
The world is ours whenever we're togetherThere ain't a place I'd like to be instead of . . .Groovin' . . . down a crowded avenueDoin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can seeWe can be anyone we want to beAnd all those happy people we could meet just . . .
We'll keep on spending sunny days this wayWe're gonna talk and laugh our time away
I feel it comin' closer day by dayLife would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly . . .
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoonReally couldn't get away too soon