She plays the fiddle like a riddle
With her hands on deck
She will hand you a subpoena
Before she hands you a check
She’s quite impressive, yet quite depressive
She likes Ben-Hur but she don’t like Tom
Because Tom waits for her
Tom waits for her
Tom waits for her
Tom waits for her
But she never comes home, never comes home
Tom waits for her
Tom waits for her
Tom waits for her
And now she’s left him all alone, all alone
Wait! Wait!
Wait! Wait!
Wait! Wait!
Wait! Wait!