Lend me your comb,. it's time to go home.. I got to go past,. my hair is a mess. . Your mammie will scold,. your pappie will shout.. Unless we come in.
Let's walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way. That-a-way we can be alone. Take they're throwing our chance to kiss away. This-a-way only leads to home. . Notice that we're coming to the crossroads.