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