TOMORROW

She is sleeping in the back seat My cadillac a heart beat Heading for the border With the daughter of the judge I can’t live without her I would never doubt her A band of gold, I can’t afford Is wrapped around her finger And, on the radio they are playing My favourite dusty Springfield song About the son of the preacher Yet I’m in the mood to sing-a-long Doo Doo… Come tomorrow Doo Doo… wille be married too… Come tomorrow Doo Doo… Come tomorrow Doo Doo… wille be married too… Come tomorrow We have heading for the chapel A flower in my lapel Swearing on our knees, that we believe in god above Looking down upon us, thinking of us And I’d be lying if me didn’t have a prayer We have got a chance, we should take it Say “you do” and change your name to mine And I know this time we can make it Rich or poor, I love you rain or sunshine