Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Nat King Cole’ by Adam Green. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adam Green or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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 maître 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,
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 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,
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