Из альбома: Observations in Time

There’s a place that I go in the middle of the summer
Everybody has a good time
The people laugh and they sing, they don’t talk about their troubles and the
girls look so fine
And if they’re not dancing they’re singing
And if they’re not singing they’re swinging
To the music of the street party baby
The boys they gather around
Pick up their girls for that first groovy sound
48 transistors blastin' loud and clear
I know everyone in the world can hear
And if they’re not dancing they’re singing
And if they’re not singing they’re swinging
To the music of the street party baby
Get that groove, let me see you move
I said come on baby, shake that thing
And if they’re not dancing they’re singing
And if they’re not singing they’re swinging
To the music of the street party baby

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