| Lyrics: | (Nat King Cole and Irving Mills)
[From "Dear God"]
A buzzard took the monkey for a ride
in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw
the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said-- Now listen,
Jack
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly
right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Ain't no use in divin'
What's the use in
jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
The
buzzard told the monkey "You're chokin' me
Release your hold and I'll set you free
The
monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye and said
Your story's touching but it sounds
like a lie
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and do right
Straighten up and
fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
[Instrumental
interlude]
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and do right
Straighten up and
fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top. |
