You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin', you're a slow poleI wait and worry, but you never seem to hurry, you're a slow poleI mean nothing to you, I wait and thenYou're late again, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to tenWhy should I linger every time you snap your finger, little slow poleWhy can't you hasten when you see the time's a-wastin', you're a slow pole, dearWhy should I keep tryin' to change you, it's not the thing to doI guess I'll have to let you goI've learned to be a slow pole, tooI've learned to be a slow pole, toodeporting, I look, but I ain't thereI've learned to be a slow pole, tooI wish that would be theУit was fundo you doworldworldworldworldYou keep me waiting till it's getting aggravating. You're a slow pole. I wait and worry, but you never seem to hurry. You're a slow pole.Slow pole. Time means nothing to you. I wait and then you're late again. Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten. Why should I linger every time you snap your finger, little slow pole?Why can't you hasten when you see the time's a-wasting? You're a slow pole, dear.Why should I keep trying to change you? It's not the thing to do. I guess I'll have to learn to be a slow pole, too.