Текст песни Too Late - Sean Williams

Friday night He's out on the town
That's the only time he can act like a clown
Girls at the bar, he buys one a drink
He's in with a chance. Or that's what he thinks

He's spending all his money
Why should he not touch his daily bread?
In the corner of his drunken mind
He remembers just what his parents said
"Save it for your wedding!"
"Save it for your wedding!"

Too Late!

Saturday At Five AM
Love's young dream, says hello once again
Sits up, with a pain in her head
And he cannot wait
'Til she's out of his bed

She's gonna go to the supermarket
Buy herself a bag of frozen peas
As she stops along the road
She's made to talk to the local priest
Talks about the birds and bees
And when to use the thing between her knees

"Save it for your Wedding!"
"Save it for your Wedding, Night!"

Too Late!
Too late, too late!

Nine months later, there's a knock on the door
When he opens it up, it's that chick from before
Hands him a basket, along with a note
Saying, this is what happens when you say
"Get your coat!"

Early on a, Sunday afternoon
Daddy's feeding a baby that he's had too soon

Now they're getting married
Now they're getting married