Thursday, January 19, 2017

Tomorrow


The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet a billion dollars
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the celebs,
An' da Lib bizzaros
'til there's none!
When I'm stuck with a press,
That's a mess,
And full o' balonely
I just stick out my chin
And grin,
And say
Phoneys!
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta punch thru
'til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
How I really love to borrow!
You're always a day away
When I'm stuck with a press,
That's a mess,
And full o' balonely
I just stick out my chin
And grin

The sun will come out tomorrow
So I got to bluster come what may!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, how I really love to borrow
You're always a day away ...

Tomorrow, tomorrow, how I really love to borrow
You're always a day away!

(Original song by Charles Strouse and Martin Charnin)

2 comments:

DEN said...

I am looking forward to tomorrow. It will be fun watching you squirm, trying to put lipstick on Trump's behavior as POTUS.

George W. Potts said...

Maybe I can borrow some from Chelsea Manning?