Chicago - A Hit By Varse lyrics

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 grove 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 Varese