[Words and Music by Pee Wee King, Redd Stewart, and Chilton Price]
You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin'
You're a slow poke
I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry
You're a slow poke
Time means nothin' 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 poke
Why can't you hasten when I 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 you'll have to learn to be a slow poke, too
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You keep me waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin'
You're a slow poke
I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry
You're a slow poke
Time means nothin' 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 poke
Why can't you hasten when I 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 you'll have to learn to be a slow poke, too
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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