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
Ah-ha-ha Ah-ha-ha Ah-ha-ha
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
Sitting in the morning sun I'll be sitting in the evening calm Watching the ships rolling in And I'll watch 'em roll away again Sitting on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time
I left my home in Georgia Headed for the Frisco Bay I had nothing to do for Lookes like nothings gonna come my way So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time
Look mama, nothings ganna change Everythings still remain the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remail the same
Sitting here resting my bones And this loneliness won't even leave me alone
They call me Mr. Pitiful Baby thats my name now They call me Mr. Pitiful Thats how I got my fame
But people just don`t seem to understand How someone can feel so blue They call me Mr pitiful cause I lost someone just like you.
The call me Mr. Pitiful This everybody know now They call me Mr. Pitiful Most everyplace I go.
But nobody seems to understand now, How can a man sing such a sad song When he lost everything that he had.
How can I explain to you How somebody con get so very blue How can I tell you about my past If all things won`t end.
Mr Pitiful Thats my name now They call me Mr. Pitiful Thats how I got my fame
But nobody seems to understand what make a man can feel so very blue They call me Mr. Pitiful cause I m in love with you
Can I explain to you Everything is going wrong I`ve lost everything i had I have to sing this sad song To get back to her And I m gonna sing this song to you And i want you And I want you And I want you And I want you [And I wanna tell you everything is going through my mind] And I want to sing And I want to sing And I want to sing And I want to sing this song with you [And I wanna sing this song to everyone] Cause I want them to understand what I talkin about I want you to understand what I`m sayin......
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
Ah-ha-ha Ah-ha-ha Ah-ha-ha
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