Getting Tired, Tired, Tired - The Orioles

well standin on the corner lonesome as can be you said

that you would meet me, but you stood up poor little me!

chorus.

waiting round for hours pacing to and fro would like

to leave here baby but there is no place to go,

chorus.

i thought you would show up we would go back to my place, guess i better grow up and wipe the teardrops from my face.

chorus.

got to find another grave (?

) i’m baiting up a smooth line for other fish out in the sea