Don't Make Me Late

Bring me my shoes Give me my hat I've got to look my very beat In my brand new slacks Bring my umbrella In case it starts to rain I'm going to my baby's house And straighten out the whole thing Please hurry driver Don't make me late I've got to get to my baby's house So we can communicate Oh, hurry driver Don't make me late I just can't wait to see My baby's pretty face You see she heard a story That wasn't true And if she leaves me I don't know what I'm gonna do There's always somebody Willing to break up a good love affair That is why I don't have any time I don't have no time to spare So hurry driver Don't make me late I've got to get to my baby's house So we can communicate Please hurry driver Don't make me late I just can't wait to see My baby's pretty face You see oh Please hurry driver Please hurry driver You see I know my so-called friends Is gonna be there? He may plan to run his fingers Through her pretty hair I know the phone been off the hook I know she's got everything he likes Even her pretty looks Be hurry driver Don't make me late I've got to see my baby So we can communicate She heard a story That wasn't true And if she leave me I don't know what I'm gonna do So hurry driver Don't make me late I just can't wait see My baby's pretty face So hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Don't make me late I've got to see my I've got to see my baby's face Don't make me late I've got to see my baby So we can talk and communicate.