Today 4 U Lyrics

Bustelo, Marlboro, banana by the bunch
A box of Captain Crunch will taste so good
And firewood, look, it's Santa Claus

Hold your applause, oh hi
Oh hi after seven months? Sorry
This boy could use some Stoli

Oh, holy night, struck gold at MIT
They expelled me for my theory of actual reality
Which I'll soon impart to the couch potatoes
At New York University

Still haven't left the house?
I was waiting for you, don't you know?
Well, tonight's the night
Come to the Life Cafe after Maureen's show, no flow

Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Eve
Whose charity is only matched by talent, I believe
A new member of the Alphabet City
Avant Garde, Angel Dumott Schunard

Today 4 u, tomorrow for me
Today 4 u, tomorrow for me
And you should hear her beat
You earned this on the street?

It was my lucky day today on Avenue A
When a lady in a limousine drove my way
She said, "Darling, be a dear, haven't slept in a year
I need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear"
[ Original Broadway Cast Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

"This Akita Evita just won't shut up
I believe if you play nonstop that pup
Will breathe its very last high strung breath
I'm certain that cur will bark itself to death"

Today 4 u, tomorrow for me
Today 4 u, tomorrow for me

We agreed on a fee, a thousand dollar guarantee
Tax free and a bonus if I trim her tree
Now who could foretell that it would go so well?
But sure as I am here that dog is now in doggy hell

After an hour, Evita in all her glory
On the window ledge of that 23rd story
Like Thelma and Louise did when they got the blues
Swan dove into the courtyard of the Gracie Mews

Today 4 u, tomorrow for me
Today 4 u, tomorrow for me

Back on the street where I met my sweet
Where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete
The nurse took him home for some Mercurochrome
And I dressed his wound and got him back on his feet, sing it

Today 4 u, tomorrow for me
Today 4 u, tomorrow for me
I said, today 4 u, tomorrow for me
Today 4 u, tomorrow for me

Bustelo, Marlboro, banana by the bunch
A box of Captain Crunch will taste so good
And firewood, look, it's Santa Claus