I'm waiting for my date
Because she's seven hours late
I'm just outside the movie theatre
But she doesn't seem to be here
And I'm on my seventh beer
And yet she still isn't here
Won't be long I'll be out of chewing tobacco
And my eyes are starting to hurt
From looking up the woman's skirt
Across the street, selling tickets in the ticket window
I hope she is okay
She said she'd meet me here today
If I stopped hitting on her
But I can't wait too much longer
You see it's past the eleventh hour
And tonight's my monthly shower
I suppose I could skip it once again
Because my deodorant would be gone
Even had I put some on
And besides, tomorrow it's supposed to rain
I'm waiting for my date because she's seven hours late
