Giles, Giles & Fripp Call Tomorrow Lyrics

Call tomorrow, call tomorrow, not today.
Judy, the vicar's daughter, is gonna 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, not today.

Rodney's father was fat and ugly, and Rodney's mother was even fat-and-uglier. And his father used to tell him that one day Rodney would meet a fat and ugly girl, just like Rodney's mother, and they would get married. Rodney's mother told him that there were a lot of fat and ugly girls looking for fat and ugly men, just as she had done before she'd married Rodney's father, who was a roadsweeper and cleaned lavatories to earn more money.