Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wilmslow Funk Collective
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevan Cooke
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh yeah!
Got me locked inside, baby
Waitin' all day long for a delivery!
Come on now, let me tell you the story.
I woke up early, baby, sun just comin’ up,
Checked my phone, what do I see?
A twelve-hour window for an online shop,
Why can’t they say just when it’s gonna be?
I’m pacin’ this room, up an’ down the floor,
Been waitin’ all day, now it’s almost four.
Why, why, why, am I stuck inside,
Feelin’ restless… and it’s almost five.
Oh, I’m jus’ waitin’ for a delivery!
Stuck in the house, wishin’ I was free.
They need a signature, so I need to wait,
Until the night, from the start of day.
Oh, I’m jus’ waitin’ for a delivery, baby!
Time passes slow, no sign of the van,
I’m a prisoner, of the delivery man.
Can’t take a walk, can’t step outside,
Do you know what I had planned today?
Not starin’ at the window, losin’ my mind.
Just these four walls, hair turnin’ grey.
Still waitin’ here as the sun sets,
Still no sign, yeah, it’s almost six.
Why, why why, am I dreamin’ of freedom,
Still no package… and it’s almost seven.
Oh, I’m jus’ waitin’ for a delivery!
Stuck in the house, wishin’ I was free.
They need a signature, so I need to wait,
Until the night, from the start of day.
Oh, I’m jus’ waitin’ for a delivery, baby!
Time passes slow, no sign of the van,
I’m a prisoner, of the delivery man.
I hear a truck, but it’s not for me,
Lookin’ out the window, losin’ my sanity.
Can’t leave instructions, they need my hand,
But where’s that courier? Oh man, oh man!
All I wanted was somethin’ small,
But I’m stuck here starin’ at these four walls!
Is it comin' at noon or comin’ at night?
Guess I’m locked in until they arrive.
The daylight’s gone, evening drags on,
Still waitin’ no sign of my package.
Sittin' in silence, hope almost gone.
The day’s a ruin, I’m sat in the wreckage.
Now I can’t take no more, it’s gettin’ late.
Checkin’ my watch, yeah, it’s almost eight.
Why, why why, am I losin’ my mind,
Sittin’ in the dark… and it’s almost nine.
Oh, I’m jus’ waitin’ for a delivery!
Stuck in the house, wishin’ I was free.
They need a signature, so I need to wait,
Until the night, from the start of day.
Oh, I’m jus’ waitin’ for a delivery, baby!
Time passes slow, no sign of the van,
I’m a prisoner, of the delivery man.
Then I spot a card sittin’ on the door mat,
Says “we’re sorry we missed you”, wait, what’s that??
“Tried to deliver but you weren’t in”, oh no, no, no!
“We’ll try again… tomorrow!!!” (Aaaah!)
Oh, I spent all day waitin’ for a delivery!
Stuck in the house, wishin’ I was free.
They needed a signature, so I had to wait,
Until the night, from the start of day.
Oh, I spent all day waitin’ for a delivery!
Time passed slow, with no sign of the van,
Baby, I’m a prisoner, of the delivery man.
Just a prisoner, of the delivery man.
Written by: Kevan Cooke
