You said, eight o'clock and don't be late

I said, I won't, I just can't wait

Nine-fifteen, I'm wondering where you're at

Hey, baby, what's up with that

Pedro, my friend, dropped in at ten

Como esta, Muy buen

He said he saw you kiss a boy down at the laundry-mat

Now, mes amigo, what's up with that

Girl, what's going on

Why would you be out looking around

When last night, we had something cooking

You swore you'd be my baby

And I'd forever be your baby too

That's why I thought you'd never leave me hanging

And stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed

Singing the blues to a bartender girl

In a cowboy hat

Baby, what's up with that

Where could you be

It's almost twelve

I left a message on your shelf

One-thirty-five, still ain't heard back

Now could you tell me what's up with that

It's closing time

I leave alone

Drive by your house but you're not home

All night long, wondering where you're at

Hey, baby, what's up with that

Girl, what's going on

Why would you be out looking around

When last night, we had something cooking

You swore you'd be my baby

And I'd forever be your baby too

That's why I thought you'd never leave me hanging

I'm stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed

Singin the blues to a bartender girl

In a cowboy hat

Baby, what's up with that

Oh, yeah, yeah

Hey, baby, what's up with that