[Verse - Anansi - male tenor, 28, sly, fast talk, light African lilt, smirking] I got eight arms and I use three, one to eat mango, two to hang free. If I could hold Tomorrow in my pocket deep, I would never fix roof, I would only sleep! [Chorus - Anansi - holding his cheeks, puffed voice] Give me Tomorrow, just a little pinch, hide it in my vest, save it for later! Give me Tomorrow, let Today do the work, I will do it Tomorrow, which is never!
