The late Mr Jones is a life pearly the late Mr Jones is on time rarely
When he bought her flowers she had some for hours
From another with dreams of his own
Then he found that he was in love madly he wanted to tell of his love badly
Before he could do it who else speed him to it the rival of the late Mr Jones
The late Mr Jones shoes his hurt with his eyes
The first thing that he did on time was to cry
And now at the end of the church wedding
Who just came in late cause he’s been dreading
The sight of the new bride that should be his own
To visit it’s too late Mr Jones
