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
, shouldn't need anyone. Shouldn't need anyone. Just scared of being alone. But by the time you've figured this out. And I'm already gone Adelaide, Adelaide. You really had me going this time. Adelaide
Adelaide. On a plane. Far from the united states. Of la. Dropping in from outer space. Takes a day. Now I see the Bogans. At the motor race. Here you know the world could turn. Or crash and
