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

And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes

Bring it home, baby, make it soon I give my love to you I remember finding out about you Every day, my mind is all around you Looking out of my lonely gloom, day after day Looking out from my lonely room, day after day I remember holding you while you

It is almost impossible to catch up And no one knows what the next day will bring It's time to get to work I challenge you to work After you've missed a day's work A day like this will come A day like the will go There's no secret about this You reap

I hate everything about you Why do I love you Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven't missed you yet Only when I stop to think about it Every roommate kept awake

Gravity don't mean too much to me Run away like it was yesterday I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away from here You're gonna be the one left standing And we could run away If we could run away, I gotta bulletproof heart

Sweet iced tea tippin' Pink shoulder strap slippin' Hot afternoon drippin' Honeysuckle lazy That hummingbird sippin' We out here day trippin' I'm gettin' high gettin' sugar from my baby (Honeysuckle lazy) It don't get no better than this, no

Nigga pass that shit After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day Nigga pass that shit, yeah Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up

'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings We wear our boots to church So rough around the edges It's hard to believe that girls like you Love guys like me I wear a greasy ball cap I like my shirt

Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh