five minutes to eleven
You do n't let me know where I stand . You know you 've got me around your little finger for the saying , but you do n't say . Only go now , Nicky-boy . For God 's sake , it 's five minutes to eleven and he 's due in on that ten-forty-five . Nicky-boy , go , and come back to me at six to-morrow night . I 'll have the way clear then , for good . Quit blinking at me like that , Nicky .