Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Ritchie Valens
Hurry up or I'll get another date
Hurry up, well, it's getting awful late
Well, I told you when I walked you home
And I told you on the telephone
That I'd be here at a quarter to nine
Oh little girl, ain't you ever on time?
Nothin' bugs me baby, like a havin' to wait
But it always seems to happen ev'rytime we have a date
Hurry up, well, come on let's go
Hurry up, we'll be late for the show
Hurry up, oh yeah, yeah
Hurry up
Hurry up or I'll get another date
Hurry up, well, it's gettin' awful late
Well, I told you when I walked you home
And I told you on the telephone
We got to the movie, baby, wouldn't you know?
The only seats I saw were in the very last row
I just sit down 'n' try to watch the show
When you looked at your watch and said, "Come on let's go", oh
Hurry up, be on our way home
Hurry up, don't you be so slow
Hurry up, we gotta get on home
Hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry Up was written by Shari Sheeley.