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 [alternate verse: seems like every time I catch you Datcha you're up to something new] I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back And started walkin' toward a coffee colored cadillac I was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat 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.' She move around like a wave of summer breeze Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear