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

It's not just black & 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 & 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

Guaranteed to open what's shut

What? I'ma 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 id 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 boogien' 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, you, you

So don't you worry 'bout a thing

Bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

You've got plenty of bells to ring

So grab that bad thing you bring, and swing on down to Freeman Square

Freeman Square

Grab that groove and climb the stair

All the best folks meeting there

Man, you can rest when you're dead, when the urge 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