Ever since WGBH (We’ve Gotten Bone Headed) dumped Eric in the Evening, the hardlistening staff has been tuning into TSF, the Paris jazz station we favor in the City of Light Service.

Tonight, we heard Nat Cole’s version of “Walkin’ My Baby Back Home.”

The lyrics:

Gee, it’s great after bein’ out late

Walkin’ my baby back home

Arm in arm, over meadow and farm

Walkin’ my baby back home

We go ‘long harmonizing a song

Or I’m recitin’ a poem

Owls go by and they give me the eye

Walkin’ my baby back home

We stop for a while, she gives me a smile

And snuggles her head on my chest

We start into pet and that’s when I get

Her talcum all over my vest

After I kinda straighten my tie

She has to borrow my comb

One kiss, then I continue again

Walkin’ my baby back home

She’s ‘fraid of the dark, so I have to park

Outside of her door, till it’s light

She says, if I try to kiss her she’ll cry

I dry her tears all through the night

Hand in hand to a barbecue stand

Right from her doorway we roam

Eats and then it’s a pleasure again

Walkin’ my baby, talkin’ my baby

Lovin’ my baby, I don’t mean maybe

Walkin’ my baby back home

Great song.

They don’t make them like that anymore.