Lyrics: Tomorrow - tomorrow never comes. What kind of a fool do they take me for? Tomorrow - a resting place for bums, a trap set in the slums, but I know the score. I won't take no for an answer, I was born to be a dancer now, yeah. Tomorrow - tomorrow, as they say, another working day and another chore. Tomorrow, an awful price to pay. I gave up yesterday but they still want more. They are bound to compare me to Fred Astaire when I'm done. Anyone who feels the rhythm movin' through 'em knows it's gonna do 'em good to let the music burst out. When you feel assured let the people know it, let your laughter loose until your scream becomes a love-shout, ah. Tomorrow - tomorrow's far away, tomorrow, as they say, is reserved for dreams. Tomorrow - tomorrow's looking grey. A playground always locked trains no winning teams. |
