As 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 the 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. I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back, and started walking toward a coffee-colored Cadillac. I was pushin' through the crowd, tryin' to get to where she's at, and I was campaigning, shouting like a southern diplomat. Nadine, honey, is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, where are you? Seems like every time I catch up with you, you're up to something new. I was in some town searchin' for her, lookin' all around, saw her gettin' in a yellow cab, headin' uptown. I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab, flipped a $20 bill, and told her, catch that yellow cab. Nadine, honey, is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you? Seems like every time I catch up with you, you're up to something new. She moves around like a wayward summer breeze, go, driver, go, go, catch up for me, please. Movin' through the traffic like a mounted cavalier, leanin' out the taxi window, tryin' to make her hear. Nadine, honey, is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you, darling, you're up to something new. *