Slow Poke Songtext
von Helen O’Connell

You keep me waitin′ till it's gettin′ aggravatin',
You're a slow poke,
I wait n′ 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,


Why should I linger ev′ry 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!

You keep me waitin′ till it's gettin′ aggravatin',
You′re a slow poke,
I wait n' worry but you never seem to hurry,
You're a slow poke,

Slow poke.