One of these days is like a Christmas in April

One of these days is like a time in a rush

One of these days is like a disco on Death Row

When the music is over, save the last dance for me



What difference does it make

We all end up in the same wake

To dream of love or to dream of hate

A prince or a pauper, a doctor or a leper

We all end up feeding worms one of these days



One of these days, oh, yeah

One of these days, oh, yeah

One of these days is gonna take me away



And I can't believe it, no, no

How old tramp John slept outside one night and froze

It was in the municipal park

That he laid his weary bones down



Hey, hey, hey, who am I to pass judgement that way

On a prince or a pauper or a priest, it's all the same

So when I finally drop off this mortal rock

Was it one day too early or one day too late



One of these days, oh, yeah

One of these days, oh, yeah

One of these days is gonna take me away