Lyrics:

Buildings come down and buildings come up
And handshakes around we've really run amok
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