Freeman Square
Hung from the heat
Drugged from the day
Let night's velvet glove
Take you away
Pounding that beat
Making your play (making your play)
When push comes to shove
Step right this way
Freeman Square
Grab that groove and climb the stair
All the best folks meeting there
Out of the glare (out of the glare)
Vibe all night
Let that high life treat you right
Light your inner Buddha sight
Shiny and bright
Dig how the night's an ocean teaming around you
Calling for you to be as free as your dreamy spirit wants you to be
Well, it's not just black and white
And it's also golden-bright now
And it's a green as ever was seen
A pyrotechnic kinda sheen
A laughing clown, a fountain of EAU-DE-vie now, an iridescent spree now
And it's crimson, and yellow, and orange-o, and violet
Like Violet B was with her ever-lasting gob
Stopping mid-chew when she found a purple-berry pie
When the intro of a very weird gum chew as done, over and through
Let's be kings of the nighttime scene
Two mannish cats who bust out of the seams of what it means
Listen, Sonny, we need no money
I've got a stock of lines within me
A guaranteed to open what's shut
Ooh, what? I'm a cat who struts uncut
Stalking the halls of every club you can conceive, imagine or dream up
I've got an Ali Baba syllable team-up
Greases up a doorman's his satisfaction
A califacaent mixing a tonic fix
To overcome any guest list diss twist upon a late arrival, it's club survival
And when the sun is bumping up
I can dig Sonny strutting into the light
You're boogieing and cooking with the grooviest women there
Shutting down the night, it's Sonny (Sonny)
You might now want to electively put your butt in your chair
To help the thinking that you're drinking sink in
There's nothing Willie can come through with that
You cannot crew with within your own mindset, and dig it
Unless you're Miles Davis, there's always some brother
Some mother smoother than you (you)
So don't you worry 'bout a thing, don't worry 'bout a thing
You've got plenty of bells to ring
So bring that bad thing you bring
And swing on down to Freeman Square
Square, grab that groove and climb the stair
All the best folks meeting there
(Where you can rest when you're tired, when the Earth isn't there)
Out of the glare
Vibe all night
Let that high life treat you right
Light your inner Buddha sight
Shiny and bright
Drugged from the day
Let night's velvet glove
Take you away
Pounding that beat
Making your play (making your play)
When push comes to shove
Step right this way
Freeman Square
Grab that groove and climb the stair
All the best folks meeting there
Out of the glare (out of the glare)
Vibe all night
Let that high life treat you right
Light your inner Buddha sight
Shiny and bright
Dig how the night's an ocean teaming around you
Calling for you to be as free as your dreamy spirit wants you to be
Well, it's not just black and white
And it's also golden-bright now
And it's a green as ever was seen
A pyrotechnic kinda sheen
A laughing clown, a fountain of EAU-DE-vie now, an iridescent spree now
And it's crimson, and yellow, and orange-o, and violet
Like Violet B was with her ever-lasting gob
Stopping mid-chew when she found a purple-berry pie
When the intro of a very weird gum chew as done, over and through
Let's be kings of the nighttime scene
Two mannish cats who bust out of the seams of what it means
Listen, Sonny, we need no money
I've got a stock of lines within me
A guaranteed to open what's shut
Ooh, what? I'm a cat who struts uncut
Stalking the halls of every club you can conceive, imagine or dream up
I've got an Ali Baba syllable team-up
Greases up a doorman's his satisfaction
A califacaent mixing a tonic fix
To overcome any guest list diss twist upon a late arrival, it's club survival
And when the sun is bumping up
I can dig Sonny strutting into the light
You're boogieing and cooking with the grooviest women there
Shutting down the night, it's Sonny (Sonny)
You might now want to electively put your butt in your chair
To help the thinking that you're drinking sink in
There's nothing Willie can come through with that
You cannot crew with within your own mindset, and dig it
Unless you're Miles Davis, there's always some brother
Some mother smoother than you (you)
So don't you worry 'bout a thing, don't worry 'bout a thing
You've got plenty of bells to ring
So bring that bad thing you bring
And swing on down to Freeman Square
Square, grab that groove and climb the stair
All the best folks meeting there
(Where you can rest when you're tired, when the Earth isn't there)
Out of the glare
Vibe all night
Let that high life treat you right
Light your inner Buddha sight
Shiny and bright
Credits
Writer(s): Don Edward Fagenson
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