Classic Poem

VERSE 1

Some fellers love to Tip-Toe Through the Tulips;
Some fellers go on Singin' in the Rain;
Some fellers keep on Paintin' Skies with Sunshine;
Some fellers keep on Swingin' Down the Lane —
But —

REFRAIN 1

I'm bidin' my time,
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm.
While other folks grow dizzy,
I keep busy —
Bidin' my time.
Next year, next year,
Somethin's bound to happen;
This year, this year,
I'll just keep on nappin' —
And — bidin' my time,
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm.
There's no regrettin'
When I'm settin' —
Bidin' my time.

VERSE 2

Some fellers love to Tell It to the Daisies;
Some stroll Beneath the Honeysuckle Vines;
Some fellers when they've Climbed the Highest Mountain
Still keep a-Cryin' for the Carolines —
But —

REFRAIN 2

I'm bidin' my time,
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm —
Beginnin' on a Mond'y
Right through Sund'y,
Bidin' my time.
Give me, give me
A glass that's full of tinkle;
Let me, let me
Dream like Rip Van Winkle.
He bided his time,
And like that Winkle guy I'm.
Chasin' way flies,
How the day flies —
Bidin' my time!

TAG

I'm bidin' my time,
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm —
Stranger, so long,
I'll just go 'long
Bidin' my time.