The sun'll come out Tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar That tomorrow There'll be sun! Just thinkin' about Tomorrow Clears away the cobwebs, And the sorrow 'Til there's none! When I'm stuck a day That's gray, And lonely, I just stick out my chin And Grin, And Say, Oh! The sun'll come out Tomorrow So ya gotta hang on 'Til tomorrow Come what may Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya Tomorrow! You're always A day A way!
No, I am not Orphan Annie. More like Annie Oakley.
The art of loquaciousness, boorish behavior and maintaining the loutish manners of a bully. Seminar runs 24 hours a day, Monday thru Sunday on E-Tater. Hosted by Judy, the Queen of E-Tater
