The Hidden Song at the End of the Record Songtext
von Johnny Foreigner

I′m walkin' up to the door, but I don′t think you've been home yet
There was a record set
And as the needle hits the groove
How you'll never call in sick again, so get up!

′Cause you and I were always sick in the mornings
Pulling at curtains, exactly what
I taught you to smile for

All
In
Time
(Commence!)

Say yr gettin′ better, taking cheap shots at the weather
See this end as a beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral
So, put up with what you′ve got

'Cause you and I were always so sick in the mornings
Pulling at curtains, exactly what
I taught you to smile for


All
In
Time
(Commence!)

And I′ll talk to him
Say yr getting better, how yr holding shit together
See this end as a beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral

All in time
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All in time (Pyow!)
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All in time, ugh!