Six Days War - Iban Mendoza, Colonel Bagshot

At the starting of the week

At summit talks you'll hear them speak

It's only Monday

Negotiations breaking down

See those leaders start to frown

It's sword and gun day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You could be sitting taking lunch

The news will hit you like a punch

It's only Tuesday

You never thought we'd go to war

After all the things we saw

It's April Fools' day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

We'll all go running underground

And we'll be listening for the sound

Its only Wednesday

In your shelter dimly lit

Take some wool and learn to knit

Cos its a long day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You hear a whistling overhead

Are you alive or are you dead?

It's only Thursday

You feel the shaking of the ground

A billion candles burn around

Is it your birthday?

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Although that shelter is your home

A living space you have outgrown

It's only Friday

As you come out to the light

Can your eyes behold the sight

It must be doomsday

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Ain't it funny how men think

They made the bomb, they are extinct

Its only Saturday

I think tomorrow's come I think its too late

I think tomorrow's come I think its too late

Make tomorrows come I think it's too late