10.15Saturday nightAnd the tap dripsUnder the strip lightAnd
I'm sittingIn the kitchen sinkAnd the tap dripsDrip drip
drip drip drip drip drip dripWaitingFor the telephone to ringAnd
I'm wonderingWhere she's beenAnd I'm cryingFor
yesterdayAnd the tap dripsDrip drip drip drip drip drip drip
dripIt's always the same