"What'd you mean tig goes while I'm out?" It's nearly eleven, Do you think we'll stand the test of time You're a cloud short of heaven, But you know I want you to be mine And I'm sitting here, And it is getting frustrating Got to go to the garage Got to get some f*gs and make some tea Can you lend me enough wedge Do you want to walk up there with me? And i'm sitting here waiting, yeah and its getting frustating Oh we've been here all night I can feel a strange attraction And It's getting light Yeah I can't spur you into action Do you know? That someone.. Oh.. Oh! It's a quarter to seven Don't you think we've stayed up long enough You're a cloud short of heaven But I'd love to see you strut your stuff And I'm sitting here waiting Yeah, and it could be X-rated We could be oh so happy We could be oh so happy!