You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin', you're a slow pole
I wait and worry, but you never seem to hurry, you're a slow pole
I mean 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-wastin', you're a slow pole, dear
Why should I keep tryin' to change you, it's not the thing to do
I guess I'll have to let you go
I've learned to be a slow pole, too
Whack-the-doodle-doberg Speaks in Duvet
It's still reopenin' the door for it
Bout to teach you how old you are


A-A-A-A douchy
Alright, now whatever



I gotta get back how we side

They were keeping, shoulda hungin', back cuz' volts
But these wats aredyent
And cuz' volts
You 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.