Call Tomorrow

Call tomorrow
Call tomorrow
Not today

Judy, the vicar's daughter
Is going to have a baby
Maybe
If it's true what people say
She's gone astray
And fallen by the wayside
I lied
Sunday-minded people in the parish
Say a prayer, Judy isn't there

Judy, the vicar's daughter
Didn't like my sense of humor,
Rumor,
Now the fading smile has gone
To right the wrong
I'll never be the same me
Shame me

Call tomorrow
Call tomorrow
Not today