Alternative Version (Lia Gray)
Alternative Version (High female vocal)
Alternative Version (Four Track Demo)
Alternative Version (Live)
(White/Cop/Nabb)
Verse 1
She was about to flower, she was about to bloom
He was a keen botanic man green fingers, purple bedroom
She held him off for a little while, but blind to his techniques
He nipped her bud, took the juice out of love, and left her used and weak
It takes two we all know, she jumped in to make the pair
No time to wait, he’s a nice guy, so what’s all this beware, beware?
Chorus
Too late, too late she sat to wait
Her middle name procrastinate
Her bags were packed, her horse was backed
But ran the wrong way round the track
He’ll be home around midnight
Come staggering through the door
So what are you crying for?
It’s too late, too late – it’s been a long time coming
It’s too late, too late – you should’ve thought of that before
It’s too late, too late – so you’re thinking of running
It’s too late, too late – what are you crying for?
Aah-aah! it’s too late, too late, it’s too late, too late
Verse 2
Now they’re one in wedlock, turns out he’s the one
To share and share alike’s a joke, when love has died and gone
They meet in silence at dinner, she goes to bed at ten
Both feel lonely and blame the other, but who wants to row again?
He’s God’s gift to women, she’d like to give him away
Another try at love if someone comes, but it slips by day by day by day
Chorus
Too late, too late she couldn’t wait
She took the hook swallowed the bait
She didn’t know, how could she know?
She threw the dice and missed her go
Expensive toys for the baby
To try to keep it amused
While Mama’s singing the blues