Who knows what tomorrow may bring
Could be most anything
peaceful calm, an atomic bomb
Who knows what tomorrow may bring

Who knows what tomorrow may bring
These may be the last words that I sing
So say your prayers to the man upstairs
And in the mean time lets just swing

I don’t mean to fiddle while Rome burns
I just mean forget your small concerns
So let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing
Let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing
Let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing
‘Cause who knows what tomorrow may bring

Who knows what tomorrow may bring
Could be the rain of spring
a discouraging word, a buffalo herd
Who knows what tomorrow may bring

Who knows what tomorrow may bring
The rhetorical oracle sings
So say your prayers to the man upstairs
And in the mean time let’s just swing

I don’t mean to fiddle while Rome burns
I just mean forget your small concerns
So let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing
Let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing
Let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing, let’s swing
‘Cause who knows what tomorrow may bring
‘Cause who knows what tomorrow may bring
‘Cause who knows what tomorrow may bring