Text: Gary Lewis And The Playboys. Way Way-Out.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

We're gonna take a trip, girl
So slip into somethin' slinky and smooth
Just wave the world goodbye, let's fly
'Cause girl, I've got a whole lot to prove

I need to show you I know you and me
Were meant to go the whole route
If you stick with me, girl
You'll see what the game of love's all about

I'm gonna put a smile upon your face
Get ready now, you'd better brace yourself
We're gonna take a trip in outer space
Fly now, we'll be back later, girl

Come on and go with me
And you'll see what the game of love's all about
It's way way-out, way way-out
Way way-out, way way-out

Time to pack your bag just grab my hand
And let me show you the way
I've nominated you, the girl who
I would like to lead me astray

I'm gonna prove to you that love is groovy
So you'd better watch out
I'm gonna hold you, kiss you
Teach you what the game of love's all about

The moment that I saw you in the crowd
I planned to take you into orbit, girl
I'm gonna get us lost inside a cloud
'Cause that's the only way to fly

So put your trust in me
And you'll see what the game of love's all about
It's

Way way-out, way way-out
Way way-out, way way-out
Way way-out, way way-out
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