(Nat King Cole/ Irving Mills) 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 listen up Jack Straighten up and fly right Straighten up and fly right Straighten up and fly right Cool down papa don't blow your top Ain't any use in divin 'what's the use in jivin' Straighten up and fly right Cool down papa don't blow your top The buzzard told the monkey you are choking me Release your hold and I will set you free The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye He said your story's so touching but it sounds like a lie Straighten up and fly right Straighten up and fly right Straighten up and fly right Cool down papa don't blow your top