Tomorrow Tomorrow never comes What kind of a fool Do they take me for? Tomorrow A resting place for bums A trap set in the slums But I know the score
We could've been anything That we wanted to be And it's not too late to change I'd be delighted to give it some thought May-be you'll agree that we really
So you wanna be a boxer In the golden ring Can you punch like a south-bound freight train Tell me just one thing Can you move in a word like a humming
Only a fool, like fools before me I always think with my heart Only a fool That same old story Seems I was born for the part It's a lesson that I've
alone But they love him Bugsy Malone A city slicker He can charm you With a smile and a style all his own Everybody loves that man Bugsy Malone Hot-headed Bugsy