(Verse)
Some fellers love to "Tiptoe Through the Tulips."
Some fellers go on "Singing in the Rain."
Some fellers keep on "Painting Skies With Sunshine."
Some fellers must go "Swingin' Down the Lane."

(Chorus 1)
But I'm bidin' my time
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm
While other folks grow dizzy
I keep busy
Bidin' my time

Next year, next year
Somethin's bound to happen
This year, this year
I'll just keep on nappin'

And bidin' my time
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm
There's no regrettin'
When I'm settin'
Bidin' my time

(Chorus 2)
I'm bidin' my time
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm
Beginnin' on a Monday
Right through Sunday
Bidin' my time
Give me, give me
Glass that's full of tinkle
Let me, let me
Dream like Rip Van Winkle

For he bided his time
Like that Winkle guy I'm
A chasin' 'way flies
How the day flies
Bidin' my time