Buildings come down
and buildings come up
And handshakes around
we've really run amock
But summer's no time
to get bent out of shape
With party's at nine
and payoffs at eight
I must say that I feel
I'll be out of place
With trumpets that fly
and memories that race
The telephone rings it
just rings and rings
I've got no time
I've got to get going
I've got to get going
I've got to get going get going
I've got to get going
I've got to get going
I've got to get going
I've got to get going get going