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