It was in Bev's bar, my girl was getting late Said she'd be around about, around about eight Bev took the message that she wouldn't be on time Said she'd be around about, getting on for nine or ten I telephoned from this bar in Reading I took no reply to mean she must have left already How long must I wait to get to you? Let's go, let's go down the road later No, no It was Anna round about, eleven up her face Told me that she'd seen her, but in the other place So I looked at Bev and said, what should I do? She said, don't ask me man, it's entirely up to you How long must I wait to get to you? Let's go, let's go down the road later No, no Let's go, let's go down the road later No, no It must have been around about, half past twelve or one That I began to think she wasn't going to come Bev did me the eye-ching of getting on for two Said that she'd be coming, but I wouldn't tell me who She asked me who I think it could be, then I surmised I'd love to smoke ecum with a black smoke eye I'd love to smoke ecum with a black smoke eye I'd love to smoke ecum with a black smoke eye No, no Let's go, let's go down the road later No, no Let's go, let's go down the road later No, no Let's go, let's go down the road later No, no No, no