You and me are like
Portland Oregon
Then it's the night time gone
Where'd it go?
We're up till breakfast time
When the good folks rise
And the good folks shine
We're embedded in the groove
Embedded in the groove

You and me are like
Melbourne Australia
Like two azaleas 
In the Boothby Hotel
By a tramcar line
We're feeling fine
'Cause we're embedded in the groove
We're embedded in the groove

You and me are like
Shoreditch on Saturday
I go that-a way, and
You go this-a way, but
We just kiss away
We feel so on time
We're embedded in the groove
We're embedded in the groove