She says groovy like it's 1969,
gives me peace and love, makes me feel so fine.
She's got some crazy notions
but I don't mind at all,
cause each time she comes around I fall
for Groovy Tuesday, Groovy Tuesday
Groovy Tuesday, mmm.
Summer breezes running wild through her hair,
driving through the country, playing games of do or dare.
She's got this thing about her,
a touch of Tuesday Weld,
and I love her more than words can tell.
My Groovy Tuesday, Groovy Tuesday,
Groovy Tuesday, yeah.
And she'll call me on the phone sometimes
just to tell me silly things,
like she loves the way The Beatles sound
when they go "yeah, yeah, yeah."
And I love her more than words can tell,
My Groovy Tuesday, Groovy Tuesday
Groovy Tuesday, hey...