You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin',
you're a slow poke.
I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry,
you're a slow poke.
Time means nothin' to you, I wait, and then,
Late again eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten.
#2.
Why should I linger every time you snap your finger,
little slow poke?
Why can't you hasten when you see the time's a-wastin'?
you're a slow poke, dear.
Why should I keep tryin' to change you?
It's not the thing to do.
I guess I'll have to learn to be a slow poke, too.
#3.
I keep on waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin',
what a slow poke.
I wait and worry but there's never any hurry,
what a slow poke.
Time means nothin', you see, I wait, and then,
Late again eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten.
REPEAT#2.