I hear that on a date she'll make you wait
'Cause she thinks it takes an hour to be fashionably late
When sooner comes to later
You will love her or you'll hate her
But I can't imagine any guy would miss a chance to date her.

(Do-do-do-do-do-do) x 4

No rice, no dice, she won't think twice
If she doesn't like the waiter, then she won't be nice
I could write myself a letter, to persuade my friend I'd met her
But I don't think they would fall for it . . .
I think that they'd know better

They woke up
They spoke up
They broke up
On moblile telephones

She don't give half a chance to other guys
If I had half a nerve I'd probably try . . .

(Do-do-do-do-do-do) x 4

The game's the same, but I'm afraid
'Cause I don't know all the rules and never really learned to play
I thought that I'd forgot her 'til I saw her in the water
Then my heart seized and my car keys went down, down, down
And as she swam away, my mind replayed
All the witty conversation I should have made
So I'll cut her picture from the front page of the Sunday paper
And attach her to my wall with a staple
Or I'll tape her . . .

They woke up
They spoke up
They broke up
On mobile telephones

They woke up
They spoke up
They broke up
On mobile telephones

She don't give half a chance to other guys
If I had half a nerve I'd probably try . . .

(Do-do-do-do-do-do. . . )