Peculiar Feelin' Lyrics

wrong side of my bed
is how I fell out to-day
peculiar feelin´ in the air
number seven´s on it´s head
is what the March calendar said
an´ the rain drenched street outside is cryin´
it´s the end, it´s the limit
can´t get it straight
ev´ry hour, ev´ry minute
I´m gonna be too late
flat tyre on my car
call a cab down at the bar
cold an´ windy waitin´ till it comes
can´t get it straight
ev´ry hour, ev´ry minute
I´m gonna be too late

had enough, off home again
back to bed at half past ten
sleep an´ dream till tomorrow´s here - till then
sleep an´ dream till tomorrow´s here - till then
sleep an´ dream till tomorrow´s here - till then ...