As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver "hey conductor, you must slow down. I think I see her please let me off this bus"
Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling You got something else to do.
I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back And started walking toward a coffee colored Cadillac I was pushing through the crowd to get to where shes at And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat.
Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine. Honey, where are you? Seems like every time I see you darling You got something else to do.
Downtown searching for her, looking all around, Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town. I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab. With a twenty-dollar bill, told him "catch that yellow cab."
Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling You got something else to do.
She moves around like a wave of summer breeze, Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze. Moving through the traffic like a mounted cavalier Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.
Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling You got something else to do.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
