Strawbs - Jenny O'Brien lyrics

Cousins Jenny O'Brien sat waiting that evening Impatiently watching the clock Twisting her handkerchief into a bundle Waiting for Harry to knock The first picture started Still that doesn't matter Jean said it wasn't much good If he's drinking with Peter I'll never forgive him Though I suppose if I had to I would She was waiting at home on a Saturday night Waiting for hours I wonder why He doesn't call He told me he'd be round about seven I told him not to be late I just can't imagine what could have happened Here it is a quarter past eight He's never this late I just hope nothings happened Maybe the cars broken down It's a pity he's not on the phone Or I'd ring him Perhaps he's been held up in Town Wait there's a car No it's going next door For a minute I thought it was him And here I am stuck in On Saturday night When I could have gone dancing without him I wonder why He doesn't call He told me he'd be round about seven I told him that'd be fine I just can't imagine what could have happened Here it is well after nine He said he quite fancied That girl in the office I am sure he was having me on I've run out of f*gs So I'll go down the shop But then he'll turn up while I'm gone What was her name? I think he said Ann He said she lived out his way If he thinks that he can go off With somebody else Then I'll really have some thing to say She was waiting at home On a Saturday night Waiting for hours I wonder why He doesn't call