Waiting for a letter, a telephonecall, a telegram Yes any answer is allright I'm longing to be by his side I wish that I could take this hand The guitar-player of the BB band presently he'll be my friend
But I wonder yes I wonder What my mum and dad will say I wonder, yes I wonder If they like him anyway I'll be his whenever he's asking me
Maybe he's coming - maybe he's not but if he should come Oh I thank God Anyday, anytime, he's just gotta write me I am his, he is mine, I want him beside me
Morning mister postman Mama give him tea, the man brings all the good that I've been waiting for these days If he could only see my face
I went upstairs and took the letter Oh I never in my life felt better But that was until I opened the letter
The BB fanclub wrote, we're sorry miss but he can't come because there are so many misses Who would like to spend a day with one of our boys We hope you'll understand, that tha't's impossible So here for you a picture, signed by all the boys We hope you're satisfied, we had no other choice And if you want to be a member of our club We thank you very much
I thought he was coming now he is not He's got my picture The one with the dog
Anyday, anytime He still can write me I am his, he isn't mine But he's still beside me