You said, eight o'clock and don't be late
I said, I won't, I just can't wait
Nine-fifteen, I'm wondering where you're at
Hey, baby, what's up with that
Pedro, my friend, dropped in at ten
Como esta, Muy buen
He said he saw you kiss a boy down at the laundry-mat
Now, mes amigo, what's up with that
Girl, what's going on
Why would you be out looking around
When last night, we had something cooking
You swore you'd be my baby
And I'd forever be your baby too
That's why I thought you'd never leave me hanging
And stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed
Singing the blues to a bartender girl
In a cowboy hat
Baby, what's up with that
Where could you be
It's almost twelve
I left a message on your shelf
One-thirty-five, still ain't heard back
Now could you tell me what's up with that
It's closing time
I leave alone
Drive by your house but you're not home
All night long, wondering where you're at
Hey, baby, what's up with that
Girl, what's going on
Why would you be out looking around
When last night, we had something cooking
You swore you'd be my baby
And I'd forever be your baby too
That's why I thought you'd never leave me hanging
I'm stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed
Singin the blues to a bartender girl
In a cowboy hat
Baby, what's up with that
Oh, yeah, yeah
Hey, baby, what's up with that