(To the tune of “Tomorrow” from the Broadway musical Annie, with music by Charles Strouse and original lyrics by Martin Charmin.)
The debt will come due tomorrow,
And we’ll have no dollars left to borrow
To make do.
Our pockets are full of sorrow;
You and I get poorer each tomorrow.
Nothing’s new--
When we’re stuck with a buck that’s muck and worthless,
Know the rich will get richer
Come what may.
The promises all were hollow.
What a bitter pill to have to swallow.
What dismay.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
My God, it’s tomorrow.
Tomorrow is now today.
Always said we could wait to pay the Piper.
Now the Piper is near,
And wants her pay.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
My God, it’s tomorrow.
Tomorrow is now today.