Ella Fitzgerald - Introducing...Ella Fitzgerald (2004) by Ella Fitzgerald (보컬) on maniadb.com

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 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?
(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

Why do you grieve?
Try and believe
Life is always sunshine
When the heart beats true
Banish your fears
Smile through your tears
When you're sad
It makes me feel the same as you...
Come to me my melancholy baby
Cuddle up and don't be blue
All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe
You know, dear, that I'm in love with you;
Every cloud must have a silver lining
Wait until the sun shines through
Come on and smile, my honey dear,
While I kiss away each tear
Or else I shall be melancholy too...

Goodnight my love, the tired old moon is descending,
Goodnight my love, my moment with you now is ending.
It was so heavenly, holding you close to me,
It will be heavenly to hold you again in a dream,
The stars above have promised to meet us tomorrow,


Til then, my love, how dreary the new day will seem,
So for the present dear, we'll have to part,
Sleep tight my love, goodnight my love,
Remember that you're my sweetheart.

First you say you do
And then you don't
And then you say you will
And then you won't
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
Now you want to play
And then it's no
And when you say you'll stay
That's when you go
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
I've been sitting on a fence
And it doesn't make much sense
'Cause you keep me in suspense
And you know it
Then you promise to return
When you don't
I really burn
Well, I guess I'll never learn
And I show it
If you've got a heart
And if you're kind
Then don't keep us apart
Make up your mind
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?

I Got A Guy
Chick Webb & his Orchestra
v Ella Fitzgerald (1937)

I got a guy
He don't dress me in sable
He looks nothing like Gable
But he's mine
And I think he's too divine
I got a guy
When he starts into pet me
He's the sauce on spaghetti
He's the kind that you can't keep off you mind
I got a guy
And he's tough
He's just a gem in the rough
But when I polish him up
I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire
I'm riding high
'Cos I'm happy and carefree
There is nothing can scare me
'Cos I got a guy

I got a guy
And he's tough
He's just a gem in the rough
But when I polish him up
I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire
I'm riding high
'Cos I'm happy and carefree
There is nothing can scare me
'Cos I got a guy

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

Oh we 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, yeah
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

The rhythm will stop
When it does, then you'll drop
From happy wacky dust

We're sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave,
And the captain says, "There'll be a short delay,
Bear with me please,"

They gave us the usual hassle,
"You can't take those guitars on board,"
But the boys in the band just smiled,
Heard it all before,

And as they're starting to serve champagne,
To the folks at the front of the plane,
I can hear the engines roaring, we're on our way, And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight... The movie reminds of my lady,
As she waits, "where are those guys?"
Yes it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,

And now the sun is beginning to rise,
It's like looking down on Paradise,
There's a ball of fire that's burning, giving life, And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...

Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
There is no moon above
When love is far away too
Till it comes true
That you love me as I love you

Somewhere there's music
It's where you are
Somewhere there's heaven
How near, how far
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon

How high the moon
is the name of this song
How high the moon
Though the words may be wrong
We're singing it
Because you ask for it
So we're swinging it just for you

How high the moon
Does it touch the stars
How high the moon
Does it reach up to Mars
Though the words may be wrong
to this song
We're asking how high, high, high
high, high is the moon

Boo bi yoo bi
Bi yu di di ooh dun
dabba oohbee
Boo di yoo di
Di yu di dee dee doohdun
di di oohnbee
Bu di yu dan dan dan
Dee boognbee
Aheedee doo doo abbi woo do ee
Woah ba bee ba bap beya oh
Ein bap bap dein

Hey ohndalady deepbap
bumblebee
Deedeedeedeedee deedee
Doo doot doop antdoodly wah
Vebeeoopm dabba oohbayoum dabie
oohmbappa eupembappi ah

Baby ohm bap
Baby ooh bee bap bey
Oohtoo undn datley udnda da
Eun bu! eun bi! un ba! un bey!
un bey un bey in byron bay

Moody eetn deeby deepi ah ba
Beebeeoohdibap Da Bap! un boo bay
Deeoohdedootundap lah day
Oohtdee undeedoodee dootn

dadaploday
Beepbee oo'bapbee ootndap bobay
beepbee ootn da loday
a dooblydoobly dooblydoobly
dooblydoobly dooblydoobly
dooblydeetn deepdeedee eudabapoya

Beebeeum beep beebee bebop
Beebeeoohbebap dedap un boobay
Deeodeedoodee dap lady
Oohtdee undeedoodee dootn

dadaploday
Beepbee oo'bapbee ootndap bobay
beepbee ootn da loday

Deudedeu deun daudau baubau
bieubau badee beiu beiu ooh
Heee he a we ah
Heee he a eeah hah
Eeetdee eutandabbie utan
dooiedoodoon'lyba
Bieu bau bau n daisy ba

Beedeedee dedee deDee
Beedeedee ba-oi
Adoodlyoohtndo oohntdo oohntdo
Deedee oothndo baobaobao baeu

Beet-deet-dee doodly'ap'n'boobie
Bootbe up'n babba un baw baw ba-bey
Beedeedee yabadoreda bababo
Baya baba bobobo bi'yabeeba

Though the words may be wrong to this song
We hope to make high, high, high, high
High as the moon

Left New York this morning early
Traveling south so wide and high
Sailing through the wide blue yonder
It's that air mail special on the fly

Listen to the motors humming
She is streaking through the sky
Like a bird that's flying homeward
It's that air mail special on the fly



Over plains and high dark mountains
Over rivers deep and wide
Carrying mail to California
It's that air mail special on the fly

Watch her circle for the landing
Hear her moan and cough and sigh
Now she's coming down the runway
It's that air mail special on the fly