WENDY

When will Wendy, make up her mind

When will Wendy, start to unwind

When will Wendy, stop treating me bad

When will Wendy, stop making me sad

I saw her at the disco and I thought I'd take a chance

So I walked up to Wendy and I asked her for a dance

But before I could say, “May I have the pleasure now?”

She turned around and ran away, at a hundred miles an hour

When will Wendy, make up her mind

When will Wendy, start to unwind

When will Wendy, stop treating me bad

When will Wendy, stop making me sad

I dragged her on the dance floor

But she didn’t wanna know

So she slapped my face and kicked me hard

And told me where to go

She said, “Just keep your distance, or I’ll call the KGB”

So it’s twenty years hard labour, in Siberia for me

When will Wendy, make up her mind

When will Wendy, start to unwind

When will Wendy, stop treating me bad

When will Wendy, stop making me sad

When, when, when, will Wendy, make up her mind

When, when, when, will Wendy, stop being such a bind

When will Wendy, make up her mind

When will Wendy, start to unwind

When will Wendy, stop treating me bad

When will Wendy, stop making me sad

BENIDO

© Jim Redgewell
Jim Redgewell Music
www.jimredgewell.com