Some fellows love to tiptoe through the tulips

Some fellows go on singing in the rain

Some fellows keep on painting skies with sunshine

Some fellows must go swinin' down the lane



But I'm bidin' my time,

'Cause that's the kind of guy I'm,

While other folks grow dizzy,

I keep busy,

Bidin' my time.

Next year, next year,

Somethin's bound to happen,

This year, this year,

I'll just keep on mappin',

And bidin' my time,

"Cause that's the kind of guy I'm,

There's no regrettin',

When I'm settin',

Bidin' my time.



I'm bidin' my time,

"Cause that's the kind of guy I'm,

Beginnin' on a Monday,

Right through Sunday,

Bidin' my time.

Give me, give me,

Glass that's bright and twinkles,

Let me, let me,

Dream like Rip Van Winkle.

He's bided his time,

Like that Winkle guy,

I'm chasin' 'way flies,

How the day flies,

Bidin' my time.

Writer : GERSHWIN, GEORGE / GERSHWIN, IRA
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.