Bidin’ My Time Songtext
von Teresa Brewer

Doo-dee-da-doo dee doo doo doo
Doo dee doo and doo dee doo doo

Oh, let the other kids grow dizzy, I′m so busy
Just sitting here, ain't it sublime
The way I′m biding my time
Well that's the kind of gal I am


Beginning on Monday
Right through Sunday, I am biding my time
Next year, next year, something's bound to happen
This year, this year, I′m gonna keep on a nappin′
And biding my time
'Cause that′s the kind of gal I am
No regrets when I'm sitting biding my time

Let me dream, let me dream
Let me dream like Rip Van Winkle
He bided his time like that Winkle guy I am
Chasing mayflies, my, how the day flies

Biding my time, I′ll run a copper to a pocket, all through a clock
Don't hurt me or die
Just wake me Sunday morning when the weather is through
I′ll watch the day go by, biding my time