Later lyrics

Later...
When is later?
All you ever hear is `Later, Henrik, Henrik, later.`
`Yes, we know, Henrik,
Oh, Henrik, Everyone agrees, Henrik, Please, Henrik!`
You have a thought you`re fairly bursting with,
A personal discovery or problem, and it`s:
`What`s your rush, Henrik?
Shush, Henrik!
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik!
Hush, Henrik!`
You murmur:
`I only-- It`s just that--`
`For God`s sake, later, Henrik!`
`Henrik... Who is Henrik?
Oh, that lawyer`s son, the one who mumbles.
Short and boring,
Yes, he`s hardly worth ignoring,
And who cares if he`s all dammed--`
I beg your pardon--
`Up inside?`
As I`ve often stated,
It`s intolerable being tolerated.
`Reassure Henrik, Poor Henrik. Henrik, you`ll endure
Being pure, Henrik.`
Though I`ve been born, I`ve never been!
How can I wait around for later?
I`ll be ninety on my deathbead
And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman.
Doesn`t anything begin?
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