Bugsy Malone 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 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 loveshout 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 I won t take no for an answer I was born to be a dancer now Anyone who feels the rhythm 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
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