Verse 1:
John and Jim got a plan. Get a van lets go to that southern land. Maybe, there we can make it playing music. New York basements are getting kinda cold.
(So long New York).
We're never going back. We're never sure of that. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, alright. So what, it's taking long.
Verse 2:
Fort Lauderdale wasn't home. Tampa bound we found there were gardens there. Uncle Junior got us in. What a trip, I'm hip! Hey guys, don't ever let the music slip.
(We got away.)
Captive in Brandon town. Again we're Tampa bound. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, I'm wise! Why don't you try this on for size.
Chorus 1:
We've got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We've got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
Bridge:
Doug and Paul painting walls down the hall. Hear the sound up above. Why don't you bring your sax along?
Verse 3:
Now and then, got the plan. Here's a band to work out those melodies and those harmonies. "You know that lingering look was all it took to get you on the hook".
Elmira is... Where we've been coming from. Who is there favorite son. All to make a song. Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.
Solo
Chorus 2:
We've got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We've got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.