Uh-oh, uh-oh
Here comes tomorrow
Uh-oh, uh-oh
What will we borrow now?
I'll pay you back somehow
Ooh-oh ooh-oh oh oh
'Cause this is the pilgrim's progress
And there ain't no time to rest
So get up out of your bed
Ooh-oh ooh-oh oh oh
Shake off all in your head
Shake off all in your head
Whoa-oh-oh
We've got things that we've got to do
You've got people counting on you
Counting on you
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Here comes tomorrow
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Bury this sorrow down
And move on somehow
Ooh-oh ooh-oh oh oh
'Cause these are the bills that we're paying
Collect your dimes and keep saying
Whoa-oh-oh
Ooh-oh ooh-oh oh oh
They come from all over the land
Collecting the thieves and their hands
Whoa-oh-oh
'Cause we've got things that we've got to do
You've got people counting on you
Counting on you
In the middle of the night
You open up your eyes
'Cause you've things to do
So you ought to up and rise
In the middle of the night
You open up your eyes
'Cause you've things to do
So you ought to up and rise
Yeah, you ought to up and rise
'Cause we've got things that we've got to do
You've got people counting on you
Counting on you
'Cause we've got things that we've got to do
You've got people counting on you
Counting on you
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