Lend me your comb
It's time to go home, I gotta confess
My hair is a mess

Your mammie will scold
Your pappie will shout, unless we come in
The way we went out

Kissing you was fun, honey, but
Thanks for the date
But I must come to run, honey, but
You know, baby, it's getting late

Just wait till I
Say: My darling, lend me your comb
We gotta go home

Ow!

Kissing you was fun, honey, but
Thanks for the date
But I must come to run, honey, but
You know, baby, it's getting late
But, sugar, it's getting late

Just wait till I
Say: My darling, lend me your comb
We gotta go home

Composição: Ben Weisman / Fred Wise / Kay Twomey