Lyrics

Late Late Show.
by David Baron

Canon in D, you see, he learned it alone, because when he was thirteen, he was stubborn and cold.

Now it?s bye, baby, bye. Sing me one last lullaby, and whatever you decide, it?s fine.

He said he?s sorry for writing that song. But now he's playing it nightly, and it sounds all wrong.

So it?s bye, baby, bye. Sing me one last lullaby, and whatever you decide...

It?s another Friday night with the Late Late Show. He?s in back of the house and she?s sitting alone. Buddy, soon, whatever you do, it?s gonna come back to you.