Lyrics Nat King Cole - Adam Green

Nat King Cole

Oh I’m going with Darlene in a tragical part of the night
But I wish she would bring me a place of morning spectacular life
Make it last just a few, brother’s knew, brother’s lovers proclaim
Down at the subway station, just a few brother’s mother’s remain
Oh help the children
Down at the television station momma
Your bored, getting tired
But baby you ain’t trying to warn me that the macro-D getting fired
Just like those bored down now second old cures
That we said, hubba hubba
Just like that funny little lady momma
Tidy and clean, just like butter
Yeah
Oh everybody no no no Nat King Cole
No no no Nat King Cole
No no Nat no no Nat no no Nat King Cole
Baby
Your giving birth to a jealous lover, baby
The situation is out of your hands momma
A funny little lady, and Johnny laid a flower
They gonna get me momma
Going home now yeah
Now I’ve been monkey-ing around, but a beat, bobbing free-wheeling guy
But this lean Adam Green found this motel is how I get by
I got a hole in my berol Cheryl
She let me out in the cold
I got a hundred one fever momma
Should not be acting so old
She acted so old now yeah
Woooo, break it down now
Nat King Cole, Nat King Cole
Nat King Cole, Nat King Cole
Nat King Cole, Nat King Cole
Nat King Cole