Medias
Tomorrow
It's twelve
o'clock, and it's a wonderful day
I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway
Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town
The only way to get there's to go straight down
There's no bathroom, and there is no sink
The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink
Very hard to drink
You, wait
til tomorrow
You, wait til tomorrow
You say
that money, isn't everything
But I'd like to see you live without it
You think you can keep on going living like a king
Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it
Very hard to drink
You gonna
wait til, fat boy
Fat boy, wait until tomorrow