| But I’m bidin' my time,
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| Cause that’s the kind of guy I’m,
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| While other folks grow dizzy,
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| I keep busy,
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| Bidin' my time.
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| Next year, next year,
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| Somethin’s bound to happen,
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| This year, this year,
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| I’ll just keep on mappin',
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| And bidin' my time,
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| «Cause that’s the kind of guy I’m,
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| There’s no regrettin',
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| When I’m settin',
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| Bidin' my time.
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| I’m bidin' my time,
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| «Cause that’s the kind of guy I’m,
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| Beginnin' on a Monday,
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| Right through Sunday,
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| Bidin' my time.
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| Give me, give me,
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| Glass that’s bright and twinkles,
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| Let me, let me,
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| Dream like Rip Van Winkle.
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| He’s bided his time,
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| Like that Winkle guy,
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| I’m chasin' 'way flies,
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| How the day flies,
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| Bidin' my time. |