Lyrics

Peculiar Feelin'

Music by Phil Carmen, Lyrics by Simon D. Sanders




Wrong side of my bed
Is how I fell out today
Peculiar feeling's in the air

Number seven's on it's head
Is what the March Calendar said
And the rain drenched street outside is crying

It's the end, it's the limit
Can't get it straight
Every hour, every minute
I'm gonna be too late

Flat tire on my car
Call a cab down at the bar
Cold and windy, waiting 'till it comes

It's the end, it's the limit
Can't get it straight
Every hour, every minute
I'm gonna be too late

I had enough, of home again
Back to bed at half past ten
Sleep and dream 'till tomorrow's here - till then
Sleep and dream 'till tomorrow's here - till then
Sleep and dream 'till tomorrow's here - till then