Waiting for a Ride

I'm sitting here on this dinky little street bench Waiting for a ride that was promised me last night So far they're almost half an hour late Gee, I hope that they're all-right I've been here an hour and I'm getting really worried Where the hell have they got to Maybe they went early and forgot about me What am I supposed to do I'm sitting here waiting for the ride that was promised They said that they'd be here by ten It's quarter-to twelve and they still haven't shown I'll never trust those people again It's ten-past twelve - I'm glad I brought some drink And the chips I was going to share I'll have them all myself - if they go hungry I really just don't care Maybe they really hate me, and they're laughing at me all the while At me sitting here past one I'm never going to speak to those people again For making me a figure of fun I never did anything to hurt them at all Why are they picking on me? I'm damned if I'm going to wait any longer I'll go home when it turns three Hey, isn't that their car now? How's it going guys? You had to help your father in the store? Well that's pretty neat - I've hardly had to wait I just got here myself, around four