On a Sunday afternoon (Sunday, Sunday)
Really couldn't get away too soon (too soon)

I can't imagine anything that's better
The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't no place I'd like to be instead of

Groovin'
Down a crowded avenue (strolling down on broadway)
Doin' anything we like to do

There's always lots of things that we could see
We could be anyone we want to be
And all those happy people we could meet just

Groovin' (groovin', groovin', baby)
On a Sunday afternoon (groovin', groovin, baby)
Really, baby, I couldn't get away too soon (too soon)

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' (groovin', groovin', baby)
On a Sunday afternoon (groovin', groovin', baby)
Oh, really, I couldn't get away too soon, baby
(Groovin', just groovin', just groovin', baby)
'Cause darling, you sent me
Groovin'

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Writer(s): Edward Brigati, Felix Cavaliere