Text: Eliane Elias. Bossa Nova Stories. Day In Day Out.

Day in, day out
The same old voodoo follows me about
The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you
And baby I think of you day in, day out

Day out, day in
I needn't tell you how my days begin
When I awake I awaken with a tingle, one possibility in view
The possibility of maybe seeing you

Come rain, come shine
I meet you and to me the day is fine
Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
The oceans roar, a thousand drums

Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt
When there it is day in, day out
Day in, day out

Day in, day out
The same old voodoo follows me about
The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you
And baby I think of you day in, day out

Day out, day in
I needn't tell you how my days begin
When I awake I awaken with a tingle, one possibility in view
The possibility of maybe seeing you

Come rain, come shine
I meet you and to me the day is fine
Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
The oceans roar a thousand drums

Can't you see it's love? Can there be any doubt
When there it is day in, day out
Day in, day out, and in, and out
Day in, day out, day in and out