(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.