A Hit by Varèse - Chicago

Please won’t you sing me

A thing that will bring me right into the sky

If you would play it

Just lay it down, say, it will help me get by

Something to move me

Remove me and groove me, you want to know why?

I’m so tired of oldies

And moldies and goldies that I want to cry

Can you play free

Or in three or agree to attempt something new

The people need you

A seed that will lead to a hit by Varèse, Varèse