Nat King Cole - Adam Green

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

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