Ella Fitzgerald Sings the George and Ira Gershwin Song Book Album

Artist(s): Ella Fitzgerald

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Ella Fitzgerald Ella Fitzgerald Sings the George and Ira Gershwin Song Book Cover Art

Tracklist

Ambulatory Suite (instrumental)

length: 7:21

The Preludes (instrumental)

length: 6:37

Sam and Delilah

length: 3:18
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Delilah was a floozy
She never gave a damn
Delilah wasn't choosy
Till she fell for a swell buckaroo
Whose name was Sam
Delilah got in action
Delilah did her "kootch"
She gave him satisfaction
And he fell 'neath her spell
With the aid of love and "hootch"
But one day, so they tell us
His true wife, he did crave
Delilah, she got jealous
And she tracked him, and hacked him
And dug for Sam a grave
It's always that way with passion
So cowboy, learn to behave
Or else, you're liable to cash in
With no tombstone on your grave
Delilah, oh Delilah
She's no babe in the wood
Run cowboy, run a mile-ah
If you love that kind of woman
She'll do you no good

But Not for Me

length: 3:35
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
They're writing songs of love, but not for me
A lucky star's above, but not for me
With love to lead the way I've found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Hi ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

I was a fool to fall and get that way
Hi ho, alas, and also lackaday
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me

My One and Only

length: 2:38
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
My one and only,
What am I gonna do if you turn me down
When I`m so crazy over you?

I`d be so lonely
Where am I gonna go if you turn me down
Why blacken all my skies of blue?

I tell you, I`m not asking any miracle
It can be done, it can be done
I know a clergyman who will grow lyrical
And make us one, and make us one

So, my one and only
There isn`t a reason why you should turn me down
When I`m so crazy over you

I tell you, I`m not asking any miracle
It can be done, it can be done
I know a clergyman who will grow lyrical
And make us one, and make us one

So, my one and only
There isn`t a reason why you should turn me down
When I`m so crazy over you

Oh, I`m so crazy over you

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off

length: 4:29
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Things have come to a pretty pass
Our romance is growing flat,
For you like this and the other
While I go for this and that,

Goodness knows what the end will be
Oh I don't know where I'm at
It looks as if we two will never be one
Something must be done:

You say either and I say either,
You say neither and I say neither
Either, either neither, neither
Let's call the whole thing off.

You like potato and I like potahto
You like tomato and I like tomahto
Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto.
Let's call the whole thing off

But oh, if we call the whole thing off
Then we must part
And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart

So if you like pyjamas and I like pyjahmas,
I'll wear pyjamas and give up pyajahmas
For we know we need each other so we
Better call the whole thing off
Let's call the whole thing off.

You say laughter and I say larfter
You say after and I say arfter
Laughter, larfter after arfter
Let's call the whole thing off,

You like vanilla and I like vanella
You saspiralla, and I saspirella
Vanilla vanella chocolate strawberry
Let's call the whole thing off

But oh if we call the whole thing of then we must part
And oh, if we ever part, then that might break my heart

So if you go for oysters and I go for ersters
I'll order oysters and cancel the ersters
For we know we need each other so we
Better call the calling off off,
Let's call the whole thing off.

I say father, and you say pater,
I saw mother and you say mater
Pater, mater uncle, auntie let's call the whole thing off.

I like bananas and you like banahnahs
I say havana and I get havahnah
Bananas, banahnahs havana, havahnah
Go your way, I'll go mine

So if I go for scallops and you go for lobsters,
So all right no contest we'll order lobseter
For we know we need each other so we
Better call the calling off off,
Let's call the whole thing off.

Beginner's Luck

length: 3:11
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
At any gambling casino
From Monte Carlo to Reno
They tell you that a beginner
Comes out a winner

Beginner fishing for flounder
Will catch a 17 pounder
That's what I always heard
And thought absurd,

But now, I believe every word
For I've got beginner's luck
The first time that I'm in love
I'm in love with you

Gosh, I'm lucky
I've got beginner's luck
There never was such a smile
Or such eyes of blue

Gosh, I'm fortunate
The thing we've begun
Is much more than a pastime
For this time is the one

Where the first time is the last time
I've got beginner's luck
Lucky, through and through
'Cause the first time that I'm in love

I'm in love with you

The thing we've begun
Is much more than a pastime
For this time is the one
Where the first time is the last time

I've got beginner's luck
Lucky, through and through
'Cause the first time that I'm in love
Yes, the first time that I'm in love
Oh, the first time that I'm in love

I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

Oh, Lady Be Good

length: 4:01
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Listen to my tale of woe
it's terribly sad but true
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue
I must win some handsome guy
Can't go on like this
I could blossom out I know
With somebody just like you, so

Oh sweet and lovely
Lady be good
Oh lady be good to me
I am so awfully misunderstood
So lady be good, to me
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just
a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me

Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just
a lonesome babe in the wood
So lady be good to me

Oh, lady be good to me

Nice Work If You Can Get It

length: 3:32
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn`t necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There`s no guarantee that time won`t erase his name

The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment
Is the kind that is for girl and boy meant
Fall in love and you won`t regret it
That`s the best work of all, if you can get it

Holding hands at midnight
`Neath a starry sky
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if you try

Strolling with the one girl
Sighing sigh after sigh
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if you try

Just imagine someone
Waiting at the cottage door
Where two hearts become one
Who could ask for anything more?

Loving one who loves you
And then taking that vow
It`s nice work if you can get it
And if you get it, won`t you tell me how?"

(bridge)
Just imagine someone
Waiting at the cottage door
Where two hearts become one
Who could ask for anything more?

Loving one who loves you
And then taking that vow
Nice work if you can get it
And if you get it, won`t you tell me how?"

Things Are Looking Up

length: 3:06
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
If I should suddenly start to sing
Or stand on my head or anything
Don`t think that I've lost my senses
It`s just that my happiness finally commences

The long long ages of dull despair
Are turning into thin air
And it seems that suddenly I've
Become the happiest girl alive

Things are looking up
I've been looking the landscape over
And it`s covered with four leaf clover
Oh things are looking up
Since love looked up at me

Bitter was my cup
But no more will I be the mourner
For I've certainly turned the corner
Oh things are looking up
Since love looked up at me

See the sunbeams
Every one beams
Just because of you
Love`s in session
And my depression
Is unmistakably through

Things are looking up
It`s a great little world we live in
Oh I`m happy as a pup
Since love looked up at me

See the sunbeams
Every one beams
Just because of you
Love`s in session
And my depression
Is unmistakably through

Things are looking up
It`s a great little world we live in
Oh I`m happy as a pup
Since love looked up at me

Just Another Rhumba

length: 5:37
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
It happened to me
On a trip to the West Indies
Oh, I'm all at sea
Since that trip to the West Indies

I'm jittery
I'm twittery
I guess I'm done for
I guess I'm through
And it's something about which there's nothing anyone can do

It isn't love
It isn't money trouble
It's a very funny trouble:

It's just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?

Why did I have to plan a
Vacation in Havana?
Why did I take that trip
That made me lose my grip?
Oh! That piece of music laid me low
There it goes again:

Just another rhumba
Which I heard only last Septum-bah
I'm a wreck, why did I have to succumb-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to succumb-bah
To that rhumba?

I'm the cucaracha, who just went blah
And gave up swinging ha-cha, ahah
At first it was devine-ah
But it turned out a Cuban Frankenstein-ah

It's got me by the throat-ah!
Oh, what's the antidote-ah?
It brought me woe and strife-ah
Oh, where's a gun or knife-ah?
It's the rhumba that blighted my life
There it goes again

Just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to succumb-bah
To that rhumba?

There it goes again
Just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to succumb-bah
To that rhumba?

How Long Has This Been Going On?

length: 3:49
producer: Norman Granz
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
'Neath the stars, at bazaars
Often I've had to caress men
Five or ten, dollars then, I'd collect from all those yes-men
Don't be sad, I must add, that they meant no more than chess-men

Darling, can't you see?
'Twas for charity?
Though these lips have made slips, it was never really serious
Who'd have thought, I'd be brought to a state that's so delirious?

I could cry salty tears
Where have I been all these years?
Little wow, tell me now
How long has this been goin' on?

There were chills up my spine
And some thrills I can't define
Listen sweet, I repeat
How long has this been goin' on?

Oh, I feel that I could melt
Into heaven I'm hurled
I know how columbus felt
Finding another world

Kiss me once, then once more
What a dunce I was before
What a break, for heaven's sake
How long has this been goin' on?

Kiss me twice, once more, thrice, make it four

What a break, for heaven's sake
How long has this been goin' on?

's Wonderful

length: 3:31
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: George Roberts
cello: Edgar Lustgarten, Kurt Reher and Armand Kaproff
conductor: Nelson Riddle
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Richard Noel, Jimmy Priddy and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
trumpet: Shorty Sherock, Pete Candoli, Dale McMickle and Cappy Lewis
tuba: Red Callender
viola: Lou Kievman, Alvin Dinkin, Ralph Lane and Barbara Simons
violin: Ben Gill, Joseph Livoti, Victor Bay, Marshall Sosson, Alex Beller, Gerald Vinci, Dan Lube, Jacques Gasselin, Paul Shure and Misha Russell
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Buddy Collette, Champ Webb and Harry Klee
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

Don't mind telling you, in my humble fash
That you thrill me through, with a tender pash,
When you said you care, 'magine my emoshe
I swore then and there, permanent devoshe,

You made all other men seem blah
Just you alone filled me with ahhhhhhhh......
's wonderful, 's marvellous
You should care for me!

's awful nice, 's paradise,
's what I love to see.
You've made my life so glamorous,
You can't blame me for feeling amorous!

Oh 's wonderful, 's marvellous,
That you should care for me!
's magnificque, 's what I seek
You should care for me.

's elegant, 's what I want,
's what I love to see.
My dear, it's four leaved clover time,
From now on my heart's working overtime,

's exceptional, 's no bagatelle,
That you should care for...
That you should care for...
That you should care for me...

The Man I Love

length: 3:53
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
bass: Joe Mondragon
piano: Paul Smith
trumpet: Vito N. Mangano, Cappy Lewis, Shorty Sherock and Dale McMickle
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass trombone: George Roberts
cello: Eleanor Slatkin, Kurt Reher and Armand Kaproff
conductor: Nelson Riddle
French horn: Vincent DeRosa
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
trombone: Richard Noel, Milt Bernhart and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
viola: Barbara Simons, Stanley Harris and Alvin Dinkin
violin: Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Eudice Shapiro, Felix Slatkin, Jacques Gasselin, James Getzoff, Nathan Ross, Victor Bay, Marshall Sosson and Murray Kellner
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Champ Webb, Buddy Collette, Harry Klee and Joe Koch
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
orchestra: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay

He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
And in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home
Just meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you?
And so, all else above,
I'm waiting for the man I love

That Certain Feeling

length: 3:05
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
That certain feeling
The first time I met you
I hit the ceiling
I could not forget you

You were completely sweet
Oh, what could I do?
I wanted phrases
to sing his praises

That certain feeling
The one that they all know
No use concealing
I`ve got what they call love

Now we`re together
Let`s find out whether
You`re feeling, that feeling too

I felt it happen
Just as you came in view
Grew sort of dizzy
Thought gee, who is he?

That certain feeling
I`m here to confess it
Is so appealing
No words can express it

I can not hide it
I must confide it
I`m feeling that feeling, too.

By Strauss

length: 2:33
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: George Roberts
cello: Kurt Reher, Armand Kaproff and Edgar Lustgarten
conductor: Nelson Riddle
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Richard Noel, Jimmy Priddy and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
trumpet: Shorty Sherock, Pete Candoli, Cappy Lewis and Dale McMickle
tuba: Red Callender
viola: Lou Kievman, Ralph Lane, Alvin Dinkin and Barbara Simons
violin: Jacques Gasselin, Joseph Livoti, Marshall Sosson, Misha Russell, Victor Bay, Paul Shure, Ben Gill, Dan Lube, Gerald Vinci and Alex Beller
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Buddy Collette, Champ Webb and Harry Klee
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin

How can I be civil when hearing this drivel
It`s only for nightclubbin` souses
Oh give me the free `n` easy waltz that is Vienneasy and
Go tell the band If they want a hand
The waltz must be Strauss`s

Ya, ya ya, give me oom-pa-pah
When I want a melody
Lilting through the house
Then I want a melody
By Strauss
It laughs, it sings, the world is in rhyme
Swinging to three-quarter time

Let the Danube flow along
And the Fledermauss
Keep the wine and give me song
By Strauss

By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by Strauss!

Let the Danube flow along
And the Fledermauss
Keep the wine and give me song
By Strauss

By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah,

Someone to Watch Over Me

length: 4:34
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Someone to watch over me

The Real American Folk Song (Is a Rag)

length: 3:44
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned
The old traditional Spanish tunes
The Neapolitan street song sighs
You think of Italian skies

Each nation has a creative vein
Originating a native strain
With folk songs plaintive and others gay
In their own peculiar way

American folk songs, i feel
Have a much stronger appeal

The real American folksong is a rag
A mental jag
A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues

The critics called it a "joke song" but now
They've changed their tune, and they like it, somehow

For it's inoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeter
Than a classic strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riot

The real American folksong
Is like a fountain of youth
You taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates you
The real American folksong, the masses coaxed on, is a rag

The real American folksong is a rag
A mental jag
A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues

The critics called it a "joke song" but now
They've changed their tune, and they like it, somehow

For it's inoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeter
Than a classic strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riot

The real American folksong
Is like a fountain of youth
You taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates you
The real American folksong, is a rag

Who Cares?

length: 3:05
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Let it rain and thunder,
Let a million firms go under.
I am not concerned with
Stocks and bonds that I've been burned with!

I love you and you love me
And that's how it will always be
And nothing else can ever mean a thing

Who cares what the public chatters
Love's the only thing that matters

Who cares if the sky cares to fall in the sea
Who cares what banks fail in Yonkers
Long as you've got a kiss that conquers?

Why should I care?
Life is one long jubilee,
So long as I care for you
And you care for me!

Who cares how history rates me
As long as your kiss intoxicates me?

Why should I care?
Life is one long jubilee,
So long as I care for you
And you care for me!

Looking for a Boy

length: 3:09
producer: Norman Granz
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
I am just a little girl
Who's looking for a little boy
Who's looking for a girl to love.

Tell me please,
Where can he be,
The loving he who'll bring to me
The harmony I'm dreaming of.

It'll be goodbye, I know
To my tale of woe,
When he says "Hello!"

So I am just a little girl
Who's looking for a little boy
Who's looking for a girl to love!

They All Laughed

length: 3:06
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
The odds were a hundred to one against me
The world thought the heights were too high to climb
But people from missouri never incensed me
Oh, I wasn't a bit concerned
For from hist'ry I had learned
How many, many times the worm had turned

They all laughed at christopher columbus
When he said the world was round
They all laughed when edison recorded sound
They all laughed at wilbur and his brother
When they said that man could fly

They told marconi
Wireless was a phony
It's the same old cry
They laughed at me wanting you
Said I was reaching for the moon
But oh, you came through
Now they'll have to change their tune

They all said we never could be happy
They laughed at us and how!
But ho, ho, ho!
Who's got the last laugh now?

They all laughed at rockefeller center
Now they're fighting to get in
They all laughed at whitney and his cotton gin
They all laughed at fulton and his steamboat
Hershey and his chocolate bar

Ford and his lizzie
Kept the laughers busy
That's how people are
They laughed at me wanting you
Said it would be, "hello, goodbye."
But oh, you came through
Now they're eating humble pie

They all said we'd never get together
Darling, let's take a bow
For ho, ho, ho!
Who's got the last laugh?
Hee, hee, hee!
Let's at the past laugh
Ha, ha, ha!
Who's got the last laugh now?"

My Cousin in Milwaukee

length: 3:11
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Once I visited my cousin, in Milwaukee, USA
She got boyfriends by the dozen, when she sang in a lowdown way
She was a positive sensation
The songs that she sang would never miss
My cousin was my inspiration
That`s how I got like this

I got a cousin in Milwaukee
She`s got a voice so squawky
And though she`s tall and kind of gawky
Oh, how she gets the men

Her singing isn`t operatic
It`s got a lot of static
What makes your heart get acrobatic
Nine times out of ten

When she sings hot, you can`t be solemn
It sends the shivers up and down your spinal column
When she sings blue, the men shout, "What stuff!"
That baby is hot stuff

So if you like the way I sing songs,
If you think that I`m a wow
You can thank my squawky cousin from Milwaukee
Because she taught me how

When she sings hot, you can`t be solemn
It sends the shivers up and down your spinal column
When she sings blue, the men shout, "What stuff!"
That baby is hot stuff

So if you like the way I sing songs,
If you think that I`m a wow
You can thank my squawky cousin from Milwaukee
Because she taught me how

Somebody From Somewhere

length: 3:10
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
When a body knows nobody, what

A Foggy Day

length: 3:35
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
bass: Joe Comfort
piano: Paul Smith
trumpet: Shorty Sherock, Dale McMickle, Don Fagerquist and Manny Klein
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
cello: Kurt Reher, Elizabeth Greenschpoon and George Neikrug
conductor: Nelson Riddle
French horn: Vince Darosa
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
trombone: Richard Noel, Milt Bernhart and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
viola: Alvin Dinkin, Paul Robyn and Barbara Simmons
violin: Alex Beller, Nathan Ross, Murray Kellner, Marshall Sosson, James Getzoff, Israel Baker, Gerald Vinci, Ben Gill, Victor Bay and Walter Edelstein
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Harry Klee, Champ Webb, Joe Koch and Buddy Collette
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
harp: Katherina Julyie
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people i knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook was decidedly blue

But as i walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day i've known

A foggy day, in London town
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British museum, had lost its charm

How long i wondered,
Could this thing last
But the age of miracles, hadn't past
For suddenly, i saw you there
And through foggy London town,
The sun was shining everywhere

For suddenly, i saw you there
And through foggy London town,
The sun was shining everywhere

Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere

Clap Your Hands

length: 2:31
conductor: Nelson Riddle
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
arranger: Nelson Riddle
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

For You, for Me, for Everyone

length: 3:26
arranger: Nelson Riddle
bass: Joe Comfort
cello: Eleanor Slatkin, Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Kurt Reher and Edgar Lustgarten
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
viola: Ralph Lane, Alvin Dinkin, Alex Neimann and Barbara Simons
violin: Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Dan Lube, David Frisina, Gerald Vinci, Harold Dicterow, Lou Raderman, Marshall Sosson, Marvin Limonick, Murray Kellner, Victor Arno and Victor Bay
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

Stiff Upper Lip

length: 2:54
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Jimmy Priddy, Pullman “Tommy” Pederson and Richard Noel
trumpet: Cappy Lewis, Dale McMickle, Pete Candoli and Shorty Sherock
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Bud Skalak, Harry Klee, Joe Koch and Buddy Collette
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
What made good queen Bess
Such a great success?
What made Wellington
Do what he did at Waterloo?

What makes every Englishman
A fighter through and through?
It isn't roast beef, or ale, or home, or mother
It`s just a little thing they sing to one another

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old fluff
Chin up, keep muddling through

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When the going`s rough
Pip pip to old man trouble
And a toodly-oo too

Carry on through thick and thin
If you feel you`re in the right
Does the fighting spirit win?
Quite, quite, quite, quite, quite

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When you`re in the stew
Sober or blotto, this is your motto
Keep muddling through

When a bounder starts to hiss
You must give him blow for blow
Make the blighter say, "What`s this?
`ullo, `ullo, `ullo, `ullo, `ullo"

Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When you`re in the stew
Sober or blotto, this is your motto
Keep muddling through

Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through

Boy Wanted

length: 3:37
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
orchestra: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
conductor: Nelson Riddle and Nelson Riddle
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald and Ella Fitzgerald
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Ralph Peña
bass trombone: George Roberts
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Jimmy Priddy, Pullman “Tommy” Pederson and Richard Noel
trumpet: Cappy Lewis
woodwind: Harry Klee, Champ Webb and Buddy Collette
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
I've just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant;
That`s the kind I`d not employ.
Though anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing or two to qualify.
For instance:

He must be able to dance.
He must make life a romance.
I said a boy wanted,
One who can smile;
Boy wanted, lovable style.

He must know how to say "Yes!"
When I look at a new dress.
Oh, I`ll be ready when the right one calls,
And I`ll start vamping him until he falls;
Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie,
I`ll make him glad he answered my ad.

He must like musical shows,
And he must wear snappy clothes.
Yes, that is my story,
And to it I`ll stick;
No glory
In having a hick.

He needn't be such a saint,
But, Oh! he doesn't say "ain`t."
I don`t care if his bankroll totals naught,
For we can live on love and food for thought.
If he`s a scholar, when I see him I`ll holler,
My lad, I`m glad you answered my ad!`

Original Version:

I`ve just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant;
That`s the kind I`d not employ.

Though anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing to qualify.
For instance:

[Refrain 1]
He must be able to dance.
he must make life a romance.
I said a boy wanted,
One who can smile;
Boy wanted,
Lovable style.
He must be tender and true,
And he must know how to woo.
I know we`ll get acquainted mighty soon,
Out in a garden `neath a harvest moon;
And if he proves to be the right little laddie,
I`ll make him glad
He`ll answer my ad!

[Refrain 2]
To be the boy of my choice,
He needn`t own a Rolls Royce.
The kind of boy wanted*
Needn`t have gold;
Boy wanted,
Mustn`t be cold.
If he has oodles of charm,
I`ll even life on a farm.
if he fits into my picture of a home,
I`ll be so nice he`ll never have to roam.**
Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie,
I`ll make him glad
He answered my ad.

[Refrain 3]
He must like musical shows,
And he must wear snappy clothes.
Yes, that is my story,
And to it I`ll stick;
There`s no glory
In having a hick.
He must know how to say "Yes!"***
When I look at a new dress.
Oh, I`ll be ready when the right one calls,
And I`ll start vamping him until he falls;
And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy!
I`ll make him glad
He answered my ad!

[Refrain 4]
The movies he must avoid,
He`ll know his Nietzsche and Freud.
I said a boy wanted,
One who knows books;
Boy wanted
Needn`t have looks.
He must be such a saint,
But, Oh! he dassent say `ain`t.`

I don`t care if his bankroll totals naught,
For we can live on love and food for thought.
If he`s a scholar, when I see him I`ll holler,
`My lad, I`m glad
You answered my ad!`

Primrose Version:
Verse:
I`ve just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted Romeo or flirt is meant;
That`s the kind I won`t employ.
Though anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing to qualify.
For instance:

Refrain 1:
To have a ghost of a chance,
He must be able to dance.
The sort of boy wanted
Must have a smile
Boy wanted,
Lovable style.
He must be tender and true,
And if he knows what to do,
I think I`ll learn to love him very soon;
I`ll want him morning, night and afternoon.
So if you know of one who`s wanting employment,
Just tell him that
I`m wanting a boy!

Refrain 2:
To be the boy of my choice,
He`s got to own a Rolls Royce.
He must be quite reckless
Buying me things:
Pearl necklace,
Diamond rings.
He must be ready to pay
A dozen bills ev`ry day.
I`ll simply smothing him with tender care
If I could find a multimillionaire.
So if you could seen one dining at the Savoy-oh!
Just tell him
I`m wanting a boy!

Refrain 3:
I won`t have anyone small,
He must be handsome and tall.
I said a boy wanted,
Beautifully dressed;
Boy wanted,
Trousers well pressed.
He must have wonderful eyes;
He must wear wonderful ties.
I want a boy who`ll always look as though
He`s only just come out of Savile Row.
So if some Paris wants a Helen of Troy-oh!
Just tell him that
I`m wanting a boy.

Strike Up the Band

length: 2:36
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Pullman “Tommy” Pederson, Jimmy Priddy and Richard Noel
trumpet: Cappy Lewis, Dale McMickle, Pete Candoli and Shorty Sherock
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Buddy Collette, Harry Klee and Champ Webb
cello: Armand Kaproff, Kurt Reher and Edgar Lustgarten
tuba: Red Callender
viola: Ralph Lane, Alvin Dinkin, Barbara Simons and Lou Kievman
violin: Joseph Livoti, Marshall Sosson, Misha Russell, Paul Shure, Victor Bay, Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Dan Lube, Gerald Vinci and Jacques Gasselin
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Let the drums roll out
Let the trumpet call
While the people shout
"strike up the band"

Hear the cymbals ring
Callin' one and all
To the martial swing,
Strike up the band

There is work to be done, to be done
There's a war to be won, to be won
Come, you son of a son of a gun,
Take your stand

Fall in line, yea a bow
Come along, let's go
Hey, leader, strike up the band!

There is work to be done, to be done
There's a war to be won, to be won
Come, you son of a son of a gun,
Take your stand

Fall in line, yea a bow
Come on, let's go
Hey, leader, strike up
Hey, leader, strike up
Hey, leader, strike up the band

Soon

length: 2:20
producer: Norman Granz
Soon, my dear, you'll never be lonely,
Soon, you'll find I live for you only.
When I'm with you who cares what time it is
Or what the place or what the climate is?

Oh! Soon, our little ship will become sailing
Home through every storm, never failing,
The day you're mine this world will be in tune,
Let's make that day come soon.

Oh! Soon, our little ship will become sailing home
Through every storm, never failing,
The day you're mine this world will be in tune,
Let's make that day come soon.

I've Got a Crush on You

length: 3:31
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
piano: Paul Smith
bass: Joe Mondragon
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, George Neikrug, James Arkatov and Kurt Reher
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Bill Richmond
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
viola: Alvin Dinkin, Paul Robyn, Barbara Simons and Dave Sterkin
violin: Victor Bay, Victor Arno, Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld, Jacques Gasselin, Marshall Sosson, Misha Russell, Murray Kellner and Paul Shure
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
How glad the many millions
Of Timothy's and William's
Would be, to capture me
But you had such persistence
You wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell
You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you I shall never, never know
It's not that you're attractive
But oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view

I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and nighttime, hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with such emotion
Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you

Bidin' My Time

length: 2:40
producer: Norman Granz
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
But I'm Bidin' My Time;
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm
While other folks grow dizzy
I keep busy

Bidin' My Time.
Next year, next year,
Somethin's bound to happen;
This year, this year,

I'll just keep on nappin'
And Bidin' My Time
'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm.
There's no regrettin'

When I'm settin'
Bidin' My Time.

Aren't You Kind of Glad We Did?

length: 3:32
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
I fetch his slippers, fill up the pipe he smokes
I cook the kippers, laugh at his oldest jokes
Yet here I anchor, I might have had a banker
Boy! what love has done to me

His nature's funny, quarrelsome half the time
And as for money, he hasn't got a dime
And here's the joker, I might have had a broker
Boy! what love has done to me

When a guy looks my way
Does he get emphatic, say he gets dramatic?
I just wanna fly 'way
But if I left him I'd be all at sea

I'm just a slavey, life is a funny thing
He's got the gravy, I got a wedding ring
And still I love him, there's nobody above him
Boy! what love has done to me

His brains are minus,
Never a thought in sight
And yet his highness
Lectures me day and night;
Oh where was my sense
To sign that wedding licence?
Boy! What love has done to me!

My life he's wrecking, bet you could find him now
Out somewhere necking somebody else's frau
You get to know life when married to a low life
Boy! what love has done to me

I can't hold my head up
The butcher, the baker, oh no he's a faker
Brother I am fed up
But if I left him he'd be up a tree

Where will it wind up, I don't know where I'm at
I make my mind up, I oughta leave him flat
But I have grown so, I love that dirty so-and-so
Boy! what love has done to me.

Of Thee I Sing (Baby)

length: 3:11
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
piano: Lou Levy
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Eleanor Slatkin and Armand Kaproff
French horn: Vincent DeRosa and James Decker
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
trombone: Dick Nash, Pullman “Tommy” Pederson and Jimmy Priddy
trumpet: Pete Candoli, Dale McMickle, Joseph Triscari and Shorty Sherock
tuba: Ed Gilbert
viola: Alvin Dinkin, Stanley Harris and Paul Robyn
violin: Murray Kellner, Harold Dicterow, Ben Gill, Marshall Sosson, Paul Shure, Victor Bay, Victor Arno, Erno Neufeld, Felix Slatkin and Alex Beller
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Jewell Grant, William Green and Gene Cipriano
drums (drum set): Mel Lewis
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
From the island of Manhattan to the coast of gold
From north to south, from east to west
You are the love, I love the best
You`re the dreamboat in the sweetest story ever told

A dream I sought, both night and day
For years through all, the U.S.A.
The star I hitched my wagon to
Is very obviously you

Of thee I sing, baby
Summer, autumn, winter, spring, baby.
You`re my silver lining,
You`re my sky of blue
There`s a lovelight shining
Just because of you.

Of thee I sing, baby,
You have got that certain thing, baby
Shining star and inspiration
Worthy of a mighty nation,
Of thee I sing.

Of thee I sing, baby,
You have got that certain thing, baby
Shining star and inspiration
Worthy of a mighty nation,
Of thee I sing.

"The Half of It, Dearie" Blues

length: 3:49
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Ralph Peña
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Jimmy Priddy, Pullman “Tommy” Pederson and Richard Noel
trumpet: Cappy Lewis
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Harry Klee, Champ Webb and Buddy Collette
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

I Was Doing All Right

length: 3:29
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
piano: Lou Levy
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Armand Kaproff and Eleanor Slatkin
French horn: Vincent DeRosa and James Decker
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
trombone: Pullman “Tommy” Pederson, Jimmy Priddy and Dick Nash
trumpet: Shorty Sherock, Dale McMickle, Joseph Triscari and Pete Candoli
tuba: Ed Gilbert
viola: Alvin Dinkin, Stanley Harris and Paul Robyn
violin: Alex Beller, Marshall Sosson, Murray Kellner, Paul Shure, Victor Arno, Victor Bay, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld, Felix Slatkin and Harold Dicterow
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Gene Cipriano, Jewell Grant and William Green
drums (drum set): Mel Lewis
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
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.

He Loves and She Loves

length: 2:48
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass: Joe Mondragon
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Paul Smith
trombone: Milt Bernhart, Richard Noel and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
trumpet: Vito N. Mangano, Cappy Lewis, Dale McMickle and Shorty Sherock
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Champ Webb, Buddy Collette, Joe Koch and Harry Klee
cello: Eleanor Slatkin, Armand Kaproff and Kurt Reher
viola: Barbara Simons, Alvin Dinkin and Stanley Harris
violin: Marshall Sosson, Murray Kellner, Nathan Ross, Victor Bay, Alex Beller, Eudice Shapiro, Jacques Gasselin, James Getzoff, Felix Slatkin and Ben Gill
French horn: Vincent DeRosa
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
He loves and she loves,
And they love
So why can`t you love
And I love like too?
Birds love and bees love
And whispering trees love,
And that`s what we both should do.

Oh I always knew someday you`d come along,
We`ll make a twosome that just can`t go wrong,
Hear me he loves and she loves
And they love so won`t you
Love me as I love you?

Oh I always knew someday you`d come along,
We`ll make a twosome that just can`t go wrong,
Hear me he loves and she loves
And they love so won`t you
Love me as I love you?
Won`t you love me, as I love you?



Original Version:

Peter:
Now that I have found you
I must hang around you.
Though you may refuse me,
You will never lose me.
If the human race is
Full of happy faces -

Frankie:
It`s because they all love
That wonderous thing they call love.

[Refrain]
Peter:
He loves and she loves,
And they love
So why can`t you love
And I love like too?

Frankie:
Birds love and bees love
And whispering trees love,
And that`s what we both should do.

Peter:
Oh I always knew someday you`d come along,

Frankie:
We`ll make a twosome that just can`t go wrong,
Hear me

Peter:
He loves and she loves
And they love so won`t you
Love me as I love you?

Frankie:
Feel a funny feeling
In my heart a-stealing;
If it`s love, I`m for it.
Gosh! How I adore it!
You`re the silver lining
For which I`ve been pining.

Peter:
Lonesome days are over;
From now on, we`re in clover.

[Refrain]

Love Is Sweeping the Country

length: 3:24
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
bass: Joe Comfort
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Edgar Lustgarten, Eleanor Slatkin and Kurt Reher
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
viola: Ralph Lane, Barbara Simons, Alex Neimann and Alvin Dinkin
violin: Marshall Sosson, Marvin Limonick, Alex Beller, Dan Lube, David Frisina, Murray Kellner, Victor Arno, Victor Bay, Gerald Vinci, Harold Dicterow, Lou Raderman and Ben Gill
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Why are people gay
All the night and day
Feeling as they never felt before
What is the thing
That makes them sing?

Rich man, poor man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, chief
Feel a feeling that they can`t ignore

It plays a part in every heart
And every heart is shouting, "Encore"

Love is sweeping the country,
Waves are hugging the shore,
All the sexes
From Maine to Texas
Have never known such love before!

See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion` ll
Soon be national!

Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love

(bridge)
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion` ll
Soon be national!

Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love

Treat Me Rough

length: 2:54
producer: Norman Granz
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
When I was born, they found a silver spoon in my mouth
And so I always had the best of care
When winter came up north, of course they motored me south
Where I was princess in our villa there

Tutors and headwaiters fawned on me
Life was just a bore till it dawned on me
The cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun
From now on, some manhandling must be done

So treat me rough
Muss my hair
Don't you dare to handle me with care
I'm no innocent child, baby
Keep on treating me wild

Treat me rough
Pinch my cheek
Kiss and hug and squeeze me
'till I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby
Keep on treatin' me rough

Treat me rough
Pinch my cheek
Kiss and hug and squeeze me
'till I'm weak

I've been pampered enough, baby
Keep on treatin' me rough
Keep on beatin' me
Keep on treatin' me rough

Love Is Here to Stay

length: 3:56
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Paul Smith
trombone: Richard Noel, Pullman “Tommy” Pederson and Milt Bernhart
trumpet: Dale McMickle, Don Fagerquist, Manny Klein and Shorty Sherock
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Champ Webb, Buddy Collette, Joe Koch and Harry Klee
cello: George Neikrug, Elizabeth Greenschpoon and Kurt Reher
viola: Barbara Simmons, Alvin Dinkin and Paul Robyn
violin: Marshall Sosson, Murray Kellner, Nathan Ross, Victor Bay, Walter Edelstein, Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Israel Baker, James Getzoff and Gerald Vinci
French horn: Vince Darosa
harp: Katherina Julyie
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
It's very clear our love is here to stay
Not for a year but ever and a day
Oh the radio and a telephone, movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go

But oh my dear our love is here to stay
Together we're going on a long, long way
In time the rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay but our love is here to stay

It's very clear our love is here to stay
Not for a year but ever and a day
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go

But oh my dear our love is here to stay
Together we're going a long, long way
In time the rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay but our love is here to stay

But oh my dear our love is here to stay
Together we're going a long, long way
In time the rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay but forever and a day
Our love is here to stay, our love is here to stay

Slap That Bass

length: 3:26
producer: Norman Granz
conductor: Nelson Riddle
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
arranger: Nelson Riddle
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
The world is in a mess
With politics and taxes
And people grinding axes
There`s no happiness

Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Rhythm lead your ace
The future doesn't fret me
If I can only get me
Someone to slap that bass

Happiness is not a riddle
When I`m listening to that
Big bass fiddle

Slap that bass
Slap it till its dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, you've got to go

Slap that bass
Use it like a tonic
Slap that bass
Keep your philharmonic
Zoom zoom zoom
And the milk and honey`ll flow

Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm

In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass

Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm

In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass

Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom

Isn't It a Pity?

length: 3:26
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Why did I wander
Here and there and yonder
Wasting precious time
For no reason or rhyme

Isn't it a pity
Isn't it a crime
My journeys ended
Everything is splendid

Meeting you today
Has given me a wonderful idea
Here I stay
It's a funny thing

I look at you
I get a thrill
I never knew
Isn't it a pity

We never met before?
Here we are at last
It's like a dream
The two of us

A perfect team
Isn't it a pity
We never met before?
Imagine all the lonely years you wasted

Fishing for salmon
Losing at backgammon
What joys un-tasted
My nights were sour

Spent with Schopenhauer
Let's forget the past
Let's both agree
That I'm for you

And you're for me
And it's such a pity
We never, never met before

It's an awful pity
We never, never met before

Shall We Dance?

length: 3:10
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Ralph Peña
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Pullman “Tommy” Pederson, Jimmy Priddy and Richard Noel
trumpet: Cappy Lewis
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Champ Webb, Harry Klee and Buddy Collette
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Drop that long face
Come on have your fling
Why keep nursing the blues?
If you want this old world on a string

Put on your dancing shoes
Stop wasting time
Put on your dancing shoes
Watch your spirits climb

Shall we dance
Or keep on mopin'?
Shall we dance
And walk on air?

Shall we give in to despair?
Or shall we dance with never a care?
Life is short
We're growing older

Don't you be an also-ran
You'd better dance, little lady
Dance, little man
Dance whenever you can.

Love Walked In

length: 3:51
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Mel Lewis and Alvin Stoller
guitar: Barney Kessel
percussion: Larry Bunker
piano: Paul Smith
trombone: Dick Nash, Jimmy Priddy and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
trumpet: Don Fagerquist
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: William Green, Jules Jacob, Champ Webb, Jewell Grant and Wilbur Schwartz
cello: George Neikrug, Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Eleanor Slatkin and David Filerman
tuba: Ed Gilbert
viola: Stanley Harris and Alvin Dinkin
violin: Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld, Felix Slatkin, Harold Dicterow, Murray Kellner, Nathan Ross, Paul Shure, Victor Arno and Victor Bay
French horn: James Decker and Vincent DeRosa
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Love walked right in, and drove the shadows away
Love walked right in, and brought my sunniest day
One magic moment, and my heart seemed to know - that love said hello
Though not a word was spoken
One look, and I'd forgot the gloom of the past
One look, and I had found my future at last
One look, and I had found a world completely new
When love walked in with you

You've Got What Gets Me

length: 2:17
producer: Norman Granz
conductor: Nelson Riddle
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
arranger: Nelson Riddle
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
You've got what gets me
What gets me, you've got
You've got what gets me
I don't know just what

But when you smile on me
I get prouder and prouder
My heart goes on a spree
Beating louder and louder

You've got what gets me
You're simply a wow
Let's you and let's me
Sign up now

This time I know it's love
Here's the reason and rhyme
You've got what gets me
Every time

You've got what gets me
You're simply a wow
Let's you and let's me
Sign up now

This time I know it's love
Here's the reason and rhyme
You've got what gets me
Every time

They Can't Take That Away From Me

length: 3:11
producer: Norman Granz
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
But I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me

Embraceable You

length: 4:53
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
piano: Paul Smith
bass: Joe Mondragon
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, George Neikrug, James Arkatov and Kurt Reher
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Bill Richmond
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
viola: Paul Robyn, Alvin Dinkin, Barbara Simons and Dave Sterkin
violin: Misha Russell, Victor Bay, Paul Shure, Murray Kellner, Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld, Jacques Gasselin, Victor Arno and Marshall Sosson
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you

Just one look at you
My heart grew tipsy in me
You and you alone
Bring out the Gypsy in me

I love all the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you

Don`t be a naughty baby
Come to mama, come to mama do
My sweet embraceable you

I love all the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you

Don`t be a naughty baby
Come to mama, come to mama do
My sweet embraceable you

I Can't Be Bothered Now

length: 2:51
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
conductor: Nelson Riddle
drums (drum set): Mel Lewis
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Jimmy Priddy, Pullman “Tommy” Pederson and Dick Nash
trumpet: Joseph Triscari, Pete Candoli, Dale McMickle and Shorty Sherock
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Jewell Grant, Gene Cipriano and William Green
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Eleanor Slatkin and Armand Kaproff
tuba: Ed Gilbert
viola: Stanley Harris, Paul Robyn and Alvin Dinkin
violin: Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld, Felix Slatkin, Harold Dicterow, Marshall Sosson, Murray Kellner, Paul Shure, Victor Arno and Victor Bay
French horn: James Decker and Vincent DeRosa
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Bad news, go away
Call `round someday
In March or May
I can't be bothered now

My bonds and shares
May fall downstairs
Who cares, who cares
I'm dancing and

I can't be bothered now
I'm up among the stars
On earthly things I frown
I'm throwing off the bars

That held me down
I'll pay the piper
When times are riper
Just now, I shan't

Because you see I'm dancing and
I can't be bothered now

I'm up among the stars
On earthly things I frown
I'm throwing off the bars
That held me down

I'll pay the piper
When times are riper
Just now, I shan't
Because you see I'm dancing and

I can't be bothered now

Boy! What Love Has Done to Me!

length: 3:49
producer: Norman Granz
arranger: Nelson Riddle
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
baritone saxophone: Chuck Gentry
bass: Ralph Peña
bass trombone: George Roberts
conductor: Nelson Riddle
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
piano: Lou Levy
trombone: Pullman “Tommy” Pederson, Richard Noel and Jimmy Priddy
trumpet: Cappy Lewis
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Champ Webb, Harry Klee and Buddy Collette
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
I fetch his slippers, fill up the pipe he smokes
I cook the kippers, laugh at his oldest jokes
Yet here I anchor, I might have had a banker
Boy! what love has done to me

His nature`s funny, quarrelsome half the time
And as for money, he hasn`t got a dime
And here`s the joker, I might have had a broker
Boy! what love has done to me

When a guy looks my way
Does he get emphatic, say he gets dramatic?
I just want to fly `way
But if I left him I`d be all at sea

I`m just a slavery, life is a funny thing
He`s got the gravy, I got a wedding ring
And still I love him, there`s nobody above him
Boy! what love has done to me

His brains are minus,
Never a thought in sight
And yet his highness
Lectures me day and night;
Oh where was my sense
To sign that wedding license?
Boy! What love has done to me!

My life he`s wrecking, bet you could find him now
Out somewhere necking somebody else`s frau
You get to know life when married to a low life
Boy! what love has done to me

I can`t hold my head up
The butcher, the baker, oh no he`s a faker
Brother I am fed up
But if I left him he`d be up a tree

Where will it wind up, I don`t know where I`m at
I make my mind up, I oughta leave him flat
But I have grown so, I love that dirty so-and-so
Boy! what love has done to me

Fascinatin' Rhythm

length: 3:23
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her,
He said Julie, baby, you're my flame.
Thou givest fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm a fire
Fever, yay, I burn forsooth

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him,
She said daddy, no, don't you dare
He gives me fever,
With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever I'm his Mrs.
Daddy, won' t you treat him right

Now you've listened to my story,
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it farenheit or centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live, you learn
Fever, till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.

Funny Face

length: 3:24
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
piano: Lou Levy
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass: Joe Comfort
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Armand Kaproff and Eleanor Slatkin
French horn: Vincent DeRosa and James Decker
guitar: Herb Ellis
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Frank Flynn
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
trombone: Pullman “Tommy” Pederson, Jimmy Priddy and Dick Nash
trumpet: Pete Candoli, Dale McMickle, Shorty Sherock and Joseph Triscari
tuba: Ed Gilbert
viola: Alvin Dinkin, Paul Robyn and Stanley Harris
violin: Victor Bay, Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld, Felix Slatkin, Harold Dicterow, Marshall Sosson, Murray Kellner, Paul Shure and Victor Arno
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Gene Cipriano, Jewell Grant and William Green
drums (drum set): Mel Lewis
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
[Jimmy]
Frankie, dear, your birthday gift reveals to me
That at heart you`re really not so bad.
If I add, why our funny face appeals to me.
Please dont` think I`ve suddenly gone mad.
You have all the qualities of Peter Pan;
I`d go far before I`d find a sweeter pan
And yet

[Chorus]
I love your funny face,
Your sunny, funny face;
For you`re a cutie
With more than beauty
You`ve got a lot
Of personality N.T.
A thousand laughs I`ve found
In having you around.
Through you`re not Gloria Swanson,
For worlds I`d not replace
Your sunny, funny face.

[Frankie]
Needn`t tell me that I`m not so pretty, dear,
When my looking glass and I agree,
In the contest at Atlantic City, dear,
Miss America I`d never be,

Truth to tell, though, you`re not such a bad lot yourself;
As a Paul Swan, you are not so hot yourself.
And yet.

I love your funny face,
Your sunny, funny face;
You can`t repair it,
So I declare it
Is quite all right -

[Jimmy]
Like Ronald Colman?

[Frankie]
So`s your ol` man!
Yet it`s very clear,
I`m gladwhen you are near.
Though you`re no Handsome Harry

For worlds I`d not replace
Your sunny funny face.

I love that funny face,
That sunny, funny face;
Thought it upsets one,
In time, it gets one -

That`s true, for you
Have personality for two.
Those eyes! Those nose! Those cheek!
Won`t make a movie sheik,

But though your`e not patootie,
For worlds I`d not replace
Your sunny, funny face.

[Frankie]
I love your funny face,
Your sunny, funny face;
You never bother
About your father.

Have you no shame?
You`re just a mutt and nothing but!
Yet when you wag your tail,
You`ll never be for sale.

Though you`re no Rin Tin Tin, dear,
For worlds I`d not replace
Your sunny, funny face.

Lorellei

length: 3:23

Oh, So Nice

length: 3:42
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
conductor: Nelson Riddle
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin

Let's Kiss and Make Up

length: 3:52
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
piano: Paul Smith
bass: Joe Comfort
guitar: Barney Kessel
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller and Mel Lewis
alto saxophone: Ronnie Lang
bass trombone: George Roberts
cello: David Filerman, Eleanor Slatkin, Elizabeth Greenschpoon and George Neikrug
conductor: Nelson Riddle
French horn: James Decker and Vincent DeRosa
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
percussion: Larry Bunker
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
trombone: Dick Nash, Jimmy Priddy and Pullman “Tommy” Pederson
trumpet: Don Fagerquist
tuba: Ed Gilbert
viola: Alvin Dinkin and Stanley Harris
violin: Harold Dicterow, Murray Kellner, Nathan Ross, Paul Shure, Victor Arno, Victor Bay, Alex Beller, Ben Gill, Erno Neufeld and Felix Slatkin
woodwind: Jewell Grant, Jules Jacob, Wilbur Schwartz, William Green and Champ Webb
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
composer: George Gershwin
I didn't mean to,
Start any scene to
Make you sigh
Hope to die

It's most immoral
For us to quarrel
Why can't we
Both agree

Don't you know Ben Franklin wrote about this thing at length?
On the proposition that in union there is strength?
Why raise a storm up
If we'll just warm up

The blues will slumber
We'll have their number
Let's kiss and make up
Come on, let's wake up

For I need you and you need me
Let's kiss and make up
No use to break up
When we can live in harmony

I'll give you your way
You give me my way
And out the doorway
Our cares will fly away

If we be happy
The way is clear
Let's kiss, and make up
No use to break up

We need each other, dear
Let's kiss and make up
No cares to rake up
For I need you and you need me

No reprimanding
Full understanding
That we can live in harmony
The world is prose-why

When we are fighting
Lets make it rosy
By reuniting
Two heads are better

Than what I hear
Let's kiss and make up
No use to break up
We need each other, dear

Why should we shake up
A new earthquake-up
Take the uptake-up
And soon they'll bake-up

A wedding cake-up
Let's kiss and make up
We need each other dear

I Got Rhythm

length: 3:07
producer: Norman Granz
engineer: Val Valentin
arranger: Nelson Riddle
bass: Joe Comfort
piano: Paul Smith
trumpet: Manny Klein, Don Fagerquist, Dale McMickle and Shorty Sherock
alto saxophone: Ted Nash
bass trombone: Karl DeKarske
cello: Elizabeth Greenschpoon, Kurt Reher and George Neikrug
conductor: Nelson Riddle
French horn: Vince Darosa
guitar: Herb Ellis
percussion: Frank Flynn
trombone: Pullman “Tommy” Pederson, Richard Noel and Milt Bernhart
viola: Barbara Simmons, Alvin Dinkin and Paul Robyn
violin: Israel Baker, Nathan Ross, Murray Kellner, James Getzoff, Ben Gill, Gerald Vinci, Marshall Sosson, Victor Bay, Walter Edelstein and Alex Beller
vocal: Ella Fitzgerald
woodwind: Buddy Collette, Joe Koch, Champ Webb and Harry Klee
lead vocals: Ella Fitzgerald
harp: Katherina Julyie
performer: Nelson Riddle and His Orchestra
drums (drum set): Alvin Stoller
composer: George Gershwin
lyricist: Ira Gershwin
Days can be sunny with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy
Birds in the trees sing their dayful of songs
Why shouldn't we sing along?
I'm chipper all the day
Happy with my life
How do I get that way?
Look at what I've got:

I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man
Who could ask for anything more?
I've got daisies in green pastures
I've got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

Old man trouble I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I've got starlight
I've got sweet dreams
I've got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

Old man trouble, I don't mind him
You won't find him 'round my door
I've got starlight
I've got sweet dreams
I've got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

Oh, I've got rhythm
I've got music
I've got daisies in green pastures
I've got starlight
I've got sweet dreams
I've got my man
Who could ask for anything more?

I've got rhythm, I've got rhythm