I was supposed to wait for you   But we’ll have to wait and see   Have I been stood up?   Standing for an hour or two   By the detective agency   I wish the walls weren’t powder blue   And I bet you’re the same as me   When I put together two and two   I get five: we get along famously         And you were supposed to meet me here   On the stroke of five-to-four   I thought I made myself completely clear   I wouldn’t take this anymore   And I’ve got absolutely no idea   Why I’m waiting here at all   The writing’s all but disappeared   In the dust above the door         But honey, there’s no hurry   I would hate to make you panic   I feel like Fred MacMurray   And you look like Barbara Stanwyck