She's coming up over the line in the sky
Hair blowing in the wind
There's sand in her eyes
It's getting late
She's Dianne
The clock is ticking
He's waiting for her
Starting to worry he doesn't know she's so near
She's Dianne
How slow is that horse he wondered
He always had complaints
But oh he didn't know her name
She's Dianne
His name is Wesley
He's got the hair of King George (the fourth)
He looks at her in such a way
She hates his hair
She's so cool and he's so sad
But he wants her, so bad
Wesley, oh yeah