Оригинален текст
10:15 on a Saturday night
And the tap
Drips under the streetlight And I'm sitting in a kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Waiting for the telephone to ring
And I wonder where she's been
And I'm crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip, drip, drip, drip
10:15 on a Saturday night
And the tap
Drips under the streetlight
And I'm sitting in a kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip, drip, drip, drip