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