Lyrics

Out of the fog 
Out of the fog connection 
Grasping the deception 
Coming out of the fog 
Grasping the connection 
Grasping the deception

There's a man called Nate
He was a good man

His girlfriend and the Russian maid
He was called Nate
He decided to sublimate
He went to London
He called his father and said, "Father, it's Nate, of both girlfriend and mate"
"I perchance do decide to replicate, for I am Nate" 
The Russian maid revealed that she was not a citizen of New York State
But had slipped in on a Ukrainian crate
Due to overtime we missed the Gossip Girl on New York channel number thirty-eight 
Which was not available anywhere else but in maybe New Jersey State
I am Nate
I would like to do a lick as an actor, and do it straight
In my role I fail, irate
Is it too late
To cover the song by The Fall called "Hot Cake"? 
The plough and the aid of unnatural offal, it disgusts

There was a man called Nate
Ringing in England filming
He said, "Hello mate, I might have visited the gallery"
"I might visit the gallery known as Tate"
"I am Nate, I am an actor, I'll do it straight, I'll do it straight"

A margin out of the connection
Out of the fog in time
Out of the fog connection

I am Nate, I am Nate

On the streets of Russia, the maidens and maids are irate
He promised them homes, instead they got the crates
I perchance