Ella Fitzgerald - The Early Years Part1 (1999) by Ella Fitzgerald (보컬) on maniadb.com

I'll chase the blues away,
I'll laugh and sing all day,
I've found my lover,
someone who could do.

The bluebirds in the tree
Will sing their song to me,
For they'll discover I'm no longer blue.

I've travelled far
In search of someone like you,
For what you are
Is the dream that I've prayed
would soon come true.

I'll chase the blues away,
I'll print some news today,
I've found my lover,
someone who'll be true.

My fur-coat’s sold
Oh, lord ain’t it cold
But I’m not gonna holler
’cause I’ve still got a dollar
And when I get low
Oooo I get high

My man walked out
Now you know that ain’t right
He better watch out
If I meet him tonight
I said when I get low
Oooo I get high

All the hard times in this
town has found me
Nobody knows
but the troubles are all around me
Ooooo

I’m all alone
With noone to pet me
My old rocking chair
Ain’t never gonna get me
cause when I get low
Oooo I get high

Wheeen iii geeet looow
Oooo Iiiii I get hiiigh

Give me a song that's robust
Feeling the way I am
Any old band'll go bust
If it ain't got that jam

When a body needs a body
On the ballroom floor
Then a body asks a body
"What's a swing band for?"

Oh baby, I don't want you
To croon soft and mellow
Let me warn you in advance,
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon, bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes

Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune, on a cello
Give the rhythm men a chance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

instrumental interlude

Let me warn you in advance,
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

You can have your sweet romance, just
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes

Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune, on a cello
Give the rhythm men a chance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

Ol' Chick Webb is beatin' it out
Makes me feel like I want to shout
All the boys are ready to prance, so
Sing me a swing song and let me dance

Oh, Mr. Paganini
Please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it won’t you sing it?
And if you can’t sing you simply have to
Scat

Listen Paganini,
We breathlessly await your masterful dtente
Go on and sling it
And if you can’t sling it you simply have to
Scat

We heard your repertoire
And at the final bar
We greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation of:
‘I never cared much for moonlight skies
I never blinked back at fireflies’
Would do

So, Paganini don’t you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve?
Come on and spring it
And if you can’t spring it, you simply have to
Scat

Listen Paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, wont you sing it?
If the boys is bopping
Aint no need in stopping
Scat

Listen Paganini,
We breathlessly await your masterful dtente
Come on and spring it
If the boys is bopping
Aint no need in stopping
Scat

I heard your repertoire and
At the final bar
We greeted you, we greeted you
With wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation of
Scat

Listen Paganini
Now, don’t you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve?
Come on and spring it
And if you can’t spring it, you simply have to
Swing it

Now eenie meenie minie moe
Catch that monkey by the toe
If he hollers let him go
Eenie meenie minie moe

Scatty-ah, pa swings it so does ma
Scatty-ah, ma swings it so does pa
Scatty-ah, you swing it so do I
Scatty-ah, I swing it so do you

When he turns that handle down
Music goes around 'n' around
Everybody starts to sing
To that organ grinder's swing

Tra-la, pa swings it so does ma
Tra-la, ma swings it so does pa
Tra-la, you swing it so do I
Tra-la, I swing it so do you

Now all the children tag along
Just to listen to his song
Monkey dancing on a string
To the organ grinder's swing

Oh-hum
Oh-hum
Oh-hum
Oh-hum, I swing it so do you

Drop a nickle in his hat
Like a rich aristocrat
Every nickle that you fling
Makes that organ grinder swing

Hi-ho
Hi-ho
Hi-ho
Hi-ho, I swing it so do you

Eenie meenie minie moe
Catch that monkey by the toe
This music makes me want to sing
Oh you organ grinder's swing

I want to be happy
But I won't be happy
Till I make you happy, too

Life's really worth living
When we are mirth-giving
Why can't I give some to you?

When skies are gray
And you say you are blue
I'll send the sun smiling through

I want to be happy
But I won't be happy
Till I make you happy, too

The dipsy doodle is the thing to beware
The dipsy doodle will get in your hair
And if it gets you, it couldn't be worse
The things you say will come out in reverse
Like "You love I and me love you!"
That's the way the dipsy doodle works.
You can't eat, you can't sleep. You go crazy.
You're just a victim of the dipsy doodle
And it's not your mind that's hazy
It's your heart that's at fault not your noodle.
You better listen and try to be good
And try to do all the things that you should
The dipsy doodle will get you some day
And when it gets you the things you will say
Like the moon jumped over the cow hey diddle!
That's the way the dipsy doodle works.

I was doing all right
Nothing but rainbows in my sky
I was doing all right
Till you came by.
Had no cause to complain
Life was as sweet as apple pie
Never noticed the rain
Till you came by.

But now whenever you're away
Can't sleep nights and suffer all the day
I just sit and wonder
If love isn't one big blunder.
But when you hold me tight
Tingling all through, i feel somehow
I was doing all right
But i'm doing better than ever now.

But now whenever you're away
Can't sleep nights and suffer all the day
I just sit and wonder
If love isn't one big blunder.
But when you hold me tight
Tinglin' all through, i feel somehow
I was doing all right
But i'm doing better
Better than ever now.

A-tisket A-tasket
A brown and yellow basket
I send a letter to my mommy
On the way I dropped it

I dropped it
I dropped it
Yes on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket

She was truckin on down the avenue
Not a single thing to do
She went peck, peck, pecking all around
When she spied it on the ground

She took it
She took it
My little yellow basket
And if she doesn′t bring it back
I think that I will die

A-tisket A-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
And if the girlie don′t return it
Don′t know what I′ll do

Oh dear I wonder where my basket can be
(So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)
Oh gee I wish that little girl I could see
(So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)

Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine?
That itty bitty basket was a joy of mine!

A-tisket A-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
Won′t someone help me find my basket
And make me happy again? again

(Was it green?) No, no, no, no
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no

Just a little yellow basket

A little yellow basket

Ev'rybody step
To the syncopated rhythm
Let's be going with 'em
When they begin

You'll be saying, yes sir
The band is grand
He's the best professor
In all the land

Listen to the pep
That emerges from the middle
Of the jazzy fiddle
Under his chin

Oh, what music
The clarineter
Could not be better
Hear that strain
I don't know just what it is but it's great
They simply ruin it
Look at 'em doin' it
Come, come don't hesitate

Ev'rybody step
If you want to see a glutton
When it comes to struttin'
Over the ground

Wait'll you see
My little sweetie and me
Step, step, stepping around

They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet
It gives your feet a feeling so breezy
And oh, it's so easy to get

They call it wacky dust
It brings a dancing jag
And once it starts, then only a
Sap'll refuse to Big Apple or Shag

Oh I don't know just why
It gets you so high
Putting a buzz in you heart
You'll do a marathon
You'll wanna go on
Kickin' the ceilin' apart

They call it wacky dust
It's something you can't trust
And in the end the rhythm will stop
When it does, then you'll drop
From happy wacky dust