Some fellas love to tiptoe through the tulips Some fellas go on a-singin' in the rain
Some fellas go on paintin' the skies with sunshine Some fellas go on swingin' down the lane
But I'm biding my time, cause that's the kind of guy I'm
While other folks go dizzy, I keep busy biding my time
Next year, next year, something's going to happen
This year, this year, I'll just keep on napping and biding my time
Cause that's the kind of guy I'm, there's no use in fretting when I'm sitting biding my time
I'm biding my time, cause that's the kind of guy I'm
Beginning on Monday right through Sunday, biding my time
Give me, give me a glass that's full of jingle
Let me, let me sleep like Rip Van Winkle
He bided his time, like Van Winkle guy I'm
A chance in a way flies how the day flies when I'm biding my time