| Song | Lush Life (1992 Digital Remaster) |
| Artist | Nat King Cole |
| Album | Nat King Cole |
| [00:00.570] | I used to visit all the very gay places |
| [00:14.058] | Those come what may places |
| [00:16.282] | Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life |
| [00:20.150] | To get the feel of life |
| [00:21.996] | From jazz and cocktails |
| [00:25.346] | The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces |
| [00:33.986] | With distingué traces |
| [00:36.098] | That used to be there, you could see where they'd been washed away |
| [00:40.641] | By too many through the day: Twelve o'clock tales |
| [00:46.441] | Then you came along with your siren of song |
| [00:55.233] | To tempt me to madness |
| [00:59.402] | I thought for a while that your poignant smile |
| [01:04.010] | Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me |
| [01:13.777] | Ah yes, I was wrong |
| [01:18.569] | Again,I was wrong |
| [01:27.937] | Life is lonely again |
| [01:37.681] | And only last year |
| [01:40.401] | Everything seemed so sure |
| [01:45.937] | Now life is awful again |
| [01:51.241] | A troughful of hearts |
| [01:54.361] | Could only be a bore |
| [02:00.233] | A week in Paris will ease the bite of it |
| [02:08.029] | All I care is to smile in spite of it |
| [02:17.248] | I'll forget you, I will |
| [02:22.721] | While yet you are still |
| [02:26.242] | Burning inside my brain |
| [02:31.867] | Romance is mush |
| [02:35.256] | Stifling those who strive |
| [02:40.152] | I'll live a lush life |
| [02:43.376] | In some small dive |
| [02:48.096] | And there I'll be |
| [02:52.573] | While I rot |
| [02:54.728] | With the rest of those |
| [03:00.557] | Whose lives are lonely, too |
| [00:00.570] | I used to visit all the very gay places |
| [00:14.058] | Those come what may places |
| [00:16.282] | Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life |
| [00:20.150] | To get the feel of life |
| [00:21.996] | From jazz and cocktails |
| [00:25.346] | The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces |
| [00:33.986] | With distingué traces |
| [00:36.098] | That used to be there, you could see where they' d been washed away |
| [00:40.641] | By too many through the day: Twelve o' clock tales |
| [00:46.441] | Then you came along with your siren of song |
| [00:55.233] | To tempt me to madness |
| [00:59.402] | I thought for a while that your poignant smile |
| [01:04.010] | Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me |
| [01:13.777] | Ah yes, I was wrong |
| [01:18.569] | Again, I was wrong |
| [01:27.937] | Life is lonely again |
| [01:37.681] | And only last year |
| [01:40.401] | Everything seemed so sure |
| [01:45.937] | Now life is awful again |
| [01:51.241] | A troughful of hearts |
| [01:54.361] | Could only be a bore |
| [02:00.233] | A week in Paris will ease the bite of it |
| [02:08.029] | All I care is to smile in spite of it |
| [02:17.248] | I' ll forget you, I will |
| [02:22.721] | While yet you are still |
| [02:26.242] | Burning inside my brain |
| [02:31.867] | Romance is mush |
| [02:35.256] | Stifling those who strive |
| [02:40.152] | I' ll live a lush life |
| [02:43.376] | In some small dive |
| [02:48.096] | And there I' ll be |
| [02:52.573] | While I rot |
| [02:54.728] | With the rest of those |
| [03:00.557] | Whose lives are lonely, too |