I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street,
In case a certain little lady comes by.
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by.
I don't know if she'll get away, She doesn't always get away,
But anyhow I know that she'll try.
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by,
There's no other girl I would wait for, But this one I'd break any date
I won't have to ask what she's late for, She wouldn't have to leave me
She's not a girl like that.
Oh, she's absolutely wonderful, and marvellous and beautiful.
And anyone can understand why,
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady passes by.
What sort of places do you leave your bike!?*Sadly not for me.
If I got a note attached to my bike, it would probably be written in excrement and contain many four letter words.