The Lovin’ Spoonful

Do you believe in magic, in a young girl’s heart? How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it’s magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I’ll tell you about the magic and it’ll free your soul But it’s like tryin’ to tell a stranger…

Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting burnt and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head But at night it’s a different world Go out and find…