[YOU'RE GONNA LOVE TOMORROW]
YOUNG BEN:
"What will tomorrow bring?"
The pundits query
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Will it be cheery!
YOUNG BEN:
Will It be sad!
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Will it be birds in spring
Or hara-kiri?
YOUNG BEN:
Don't worry, dearie
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Don't worry, lad
YOUNG BEN:
I'll have our future suit your whim
Blue chip preferred
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Putting it in a synonym
Perfect's the word
YOUNG BEN/YOUNG PHYLLIS:
We're in this thing together
Aren'tcha glad!
Each day from now will be
The best day you ever had
YOUNG BEN:
You're gonna love tomorrow
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Mm-hm
YOUNG BEN:
You're gonna be with me
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Mm-hm
YOUNG BEN:
You're gonna love tomorrow
I'm giving you my personal
Guarantee
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Say toodle-oo to sorrow
YOUNG BEN:
Mm-hm
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
And fare thee well, ennui
YOUNG BEN:
Bye-bye
YOUNG PHYLLIS:
You're gonna love tomorrow
As long as your tomorrow is
Spent with me
YOUNG BEN/YOUNG PHYLLIS:
Today was perfectly perfect
You say
Well, don't go away
'Cause if you think you liked today
You're gonna love tomorrow
Mm-hm
You stick around and see
Mm-hm
And if you love tomorrow
Then think of how it's gonna be
Tomorrow's what you're gonna
Have a lifetime of
With me!
[AH, BUT UNDERNEATH]
PHYLLIS:
Never judge a book by its cover
The thing that counts is what's inside
Never judge a lady by her lover
It isn't a reliable guide
The lady may decide her obligations
Are merely to reflect his expectations
If his idea of ecstasy's
To see what he expects to see
Well, ignorance is bliss
But think of what he'll miss
She was smart, tart, dry as a martini
Ah, but underneath
She was all heart, something by Puccini
Ah, but underneath
In the depths of her interior
Were fears she was inferior
And something even eerier
But no one dared to query her superior exterior
She was chic, sleek, anything in fashion
That was just a shell
Take a close peek, you could see the passion
That was one as well
To conclude, you'd soon discover the secret of her appeal
Was the wonder which lay underneath
Which she wasn't about to reveal
CHORUS:
She was sly, rye, cool, cruel or candid
PHYLLIS:
That was her liability, the curse of versatility
CHORUS:
Smart, shy, whatever was demanded
PHYLLIS:
She'd only allow a man to see enough to fan his fantasy
CHORUS:
She made compliance into a science
One of the giants
PHYLLIS:
Loud or lewd or lah-dee-dah-dee
Everything to everybody
As changeable as a chameleon with all that entails
But nobody saw what was really underneath all those veils
She was grand, bland, brave or brisk or brittle
Anything required
Both concerned and strictly non-committal
And a little tired
She was deftly deferential, or so they wrote on her wreath
No one ever glimpsed her potential
But when stripped down to the essential
Mind you, this is confidential
Way down underneath
CHORUS:
She was
She was
She was
PHYLLIS:
Sometimes when the wrappings fall
There's nothing underneath at all