#1 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, Late again...eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten. #2. Why should I linger every time you snap your finger, little slow poke? Why can't you hasten when you 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 I'll have to learn to be a slow poke, too. #3. I keep on waitin' till it's gettin' aggravatin', what a slow poke. I wait and worry but there's never any hurry, what a slow poke. Time means nothin', you see, I wait, and then, Late again...eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quarter to ten. REPEAT#2. A fifties #1 hit from Kraziekhat.