Don't Make Me Late

Bring me my shoes
 Give me my hat
 I've got to look my very beat
 In my brand new slacks
 Bring my umbrella
 In case it starts to rain
 I'm going to my baby's house
 And straighten out the whole thing
 Please hurry driver
 Don't make me late
 I've got to get to my baby's house
 So we can communicate
 Oh, hurry driver
 Don't make me late
 I just can't wait to see
 My baby's pretty face
 You see she heard a story
 That wasn't true
 And if she leaves me
 I don't know what I'm gonna do
 There's always somebody
 Willing to break up a good love affair
 That is why I don't have any time
 I don't have no time to spare
 So hurry driver
 Don't make me late
 I've got to get to my baby's house
 So we can communicate
 Please hurry driver
 Don't make me late
 I just can't wait to see
 My baby's pretty face
 You see oh
 Please hurry driver
 Please hurry driver
 You see I know my so-called friends
 Is gonna be there?
 He may plan to run his fingers
 Through her pretty hair
 I know the phone been off the hook
 I know she's got everything he likes
 Even her pretty looks
 Be hurry driver
 Don't make me late
 I've got to see my baby
 So we can communicate
 She heard a story
 That wasn't true
 And if she leave me
 I don't know what I'm gonna do
 So hurry driver
 Don't make me late
 I just can't wait see
 My baby's pretty face
 So hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
 Don't make me late
 I've got to see my
 I've got to see my baby's face
 Don't make me late
 I've got to see my baby
 So we can talk and communicate.