Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Wait a minute let me understand
While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand
Your tellin' me about the boy next door Tellin' me that he can offer you more What a nerve! What a case!
[Chorus] Wait just a minute You know that won't get it Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo If that's the way your love will be, You might as well forget it Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha
Am I correct in hearin' what you say, That you would rather be with him instead You said that you could travel with him far You say he's got a brand new cadillac car Well, what you mean? Is that so!?! Better let that woman go!
I don't go for all the crazy noise About you datin' all those other boys If I'm gonna be your only one I'm not waitin' till your honey's done. You're a riot! And you're tough! Honey, cut out all that stuff
I'm gonna tell you for the very last time, If I'm yours, you better be mine. When I come home about a quarter to four Don't want to hear the slammin' of the back door You're bad! And so wild! Stop a-messin with me, child!
You might as well forget it
Why, you can just forget about The whole cotton-pickin' affair! I get so tired of you finaglin' around