In ‘Buddy’s Bar’ New York in 1921, 22 year old F. Scott Fitzgerald and his contemporaries don’t give a damn about tomorrow, all that matters is what happens today. They sing:-

Tomorrow won’t happen till tomorrow
So who cares a damn about tomorrow
Today is all that matters for today
This very second while the world is wonderful and gay

The future is hiding in the shadows
We might be dead and gone before we know
Why hang on to your money?
Just spend it on your honey
Music Mr. Beiderbecke, let’s go