You said, eight o'clock and don't be late I said, I won't, I just can't wait Nine-fifteen, I'm wondering where you're at Hey, baby, what's up with that
Pedro, my friend, dropped in at ten Como esta, Muy buen He said he saw you kiss a boy down at the laundry-mat Now, mes amigo, what's up with that
Girl, what's going on Why would you be out looking around When last night, we had something cooking You swore you'd be my baby And I'd forever be your baby too That's why I thought you'd never leave me hanging And stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed Singing the blues to a bartender girl In a cowboy hat Baby, what's up with that
Where could you be It's almost twelve I left a message on your shelf One-thirty-five, still ain't heard back Now could you tell me what's up with that
It's closing time I leave alone Drive by your house but you're not home All night long, wondering where you're at Hey, baby, what's up with that
Girl, what's going on Why would you be out looking around When last night, we had something cooking You swore you'd be my baby And I'd forever be your baby too That's why I thought you'd never leave me hanging I'm stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed Singin the blues to a bartender girl In a cowboy hat Baby, what's up with that