The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet a billion dollars
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
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!
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!
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
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
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:
I am looking forward to tomorrow. It will be fun watching you squirm, trying to put lipstick on Trump's behavior as POTUS.
Maybe I can borrow some from Chelsea Manning?
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