I Got A Guy. ChickWebb & hisOrchestra. 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
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' ChickWebb is beatin' it out. Makes me feel like I want
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
I Got A Guy. ChickWebb & hisOrchestra. 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
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' ChickWebb is beatin' it out. Makes me feel like I want
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. Oh, I get high. . My man walked out. Now you know that ain't right. He
Hey girl, when ya' swish and sway. In your yellow dress. 'Cross the crowded room. Boom, chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom Hey girl, freckles on your arms. Freckles on your face. Can we find a place
Hey girl, when ya' swish and sway. In your yellow dress. 'Cross the crowded room. Boom, chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom Hey girl, freckles on your arms. Freckles on your face. Can we find a place