[Verse 1] He rolled into town with a suitcase painted blue, A silver paper necktie and one outrageous shoe. He climbed upon a fruit crate, rang a little brass bell: “I’ve got the next millennium — and brother, it sells well!” He had cans for the lonely, cans for the late, Cans for the people who blamed it all on fate. “Take one home tonight, friend, put it by your bed, Wake up rich and famous — just do what the label said!” [Pre-Chorus] The crowd threw down their money, He smiled from ear to ear. We all wanted tomorrow Without waiting for it here. [Chorus] Tomorrow in a tin, Shake it up and let it in. Guaranteed to make you grin, No returns when it wears thin. Tomorrow in a tin, Every nobody gets to win. Buy it now — the world begins With tomorrow in a tin! [Verse 2] Old Mrs. Miller bought a dozen for her son, The baker bought a yellow one marked “Number One.” The mayor took a silver can and held it to the sky, Then asked if there was something strong for looking twenty-five. I spent my final coin on one with golden print, The salesman winked and told me, “Kid, you’re made for it.” I pulled the little ring-tab — everybody leaned, Nothing jumped out at me. It was perfectly clean. [Pre-Chorus] The crowd went very quiet, His wagon started fast. We stared into our empty cans While he became the past. [Chorus] Tomorrow in a tin, Shake it up and let it in. Guaranteed to make you grin, No returns when it wears thin. Tomorrow in a tin, Every nobody gets to win. Buy it now — the world begins With tomorrow in a tin! [Bridge] I kept that empty can for years, It’s sitting on my shelf. Funny how the things we buy Can’t do the job ourselves. There’s no printed guarantee, No shortcut tucked within. But every morning still arrives Without a salesman’s grin. [Spoken Break] “Special offer! Two tomorrows for the price of yesterday!” [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Tomorrow’s not a tin, You don’t shake it — you jump in. No guarantee you’re gonna win, But that’s exactly where you begin. Tomorrow’s not a tin, No shiny lid, no salesmen’s grin. Keep your money — count me in, I’ll meet tomorrow when it comes in! [Outro] No label! No lid! No bargain bin! HEY!
