Proctor And Bergman - Nasi Goring Lyrics
I'm Nasi GoringI'm never boringI flip on my zoot suit, toots, and whoops, I go a-scoringI walk the train yardI stalk the highwayLate night statements down in a basement, you're gonna say that's a-my wayI'm Nasi GoringNobody's a [?] to meI'm continentalI'm never mentalI carry this whip, it's a tipI can't be gentleYou let your rain pourWhat does it matterI'm bigger and bolder, Charlie, I'm blacker, yeah, and I'm a whole lotFatterI'm Nasi GoringHow come nobody's a balling poor old me?Spoken: Yes, folks, it's very hard to be a gorilla. But I gotta tell youSomething, everybody's got a gorilla inside him. And sooner or later,Charlie, you gonna have to let him go, and when you do, he's gonna walk andWhen that gorilla walks he's gonna walk a little something like this--In IndonesianMy noodles are pleasin'But I'm a gorillaI can't listen to reasonLike all God's creatures I have my featuresRoad stops, side lots, I got lots and lots and lots of teachersOh, poor Nasi GoringHow come nobody's warning poor old me?Spoken: That's all, folk.
