Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Wait a Minute let me understand...

While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand

Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve!
What a case!

Chorus:
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo
If that's the way your love will be,
You might as well forget it
Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha

Am I correct in hearin' what you say,
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new Cadillac car
Well...What you mean?
Is that so!?!
Better let that woman go!

Chorus

I don't go for all the crazy noise
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done.
You're a riot!
And you're tough!
Honey, cut out all that stuff

Chorus

I'm gonna tell you for the very last time,
If I'm yours, you better be mine.
When I come home about a quarter to 4
Don't want to hear the slammin' of the back door
you're bad!
And so wild!
Stop a-messin with me, child!

You might as well forget it...

Why, you can just forget about
The whole cotton-pickin affair!
I get so tired of you finaglin' around...

Writer : CAMPBELL, JO ANN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.