Adam Green - Nat King Cole Lyrics

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 mothers remain
Oh, help the children

Down at the television station, momma, you're bored, getting tired
But baby, you ain't trying to warn me that the [unverified] 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
You're 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 monkeying 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

Woo, 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