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Anita O'Day died yesterday
'Stop, The Red Light's On'
Stanley, you said that the lady could play
With a word and make it a song
My head was spinnin' along with your records
I had too much homemade wine
From Ella Fitzgerald to Nina Simone
You made your music mine
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Everybody start to sing
Now you're singin' with a swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Everybody start to swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now you're swingin' while you sing
I took to the stage like a match to a page
I bought every songbook I could find
I was Wildcat Kelley in 'Don't Fence Me In'
Singin' Cole Porter and 'Ridin' High'
My head was spinnin' along with the records
I played them just to unwind
From Hoagy Carmichael to Duke Ellington
I tool the 'A Train' to clear up my mind
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Everybody start to sing
Now you're singin' with a swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Everybody start to swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now you're swingin' while you sing
Betty Carter on the outside of the field
You gotta run the red lights and never yield
Honk your horn and improvise with knives and spoons
Spike Jones made a masterpiece out of a cartoon
Chet Baker, John Coltrane
Straight up on the rocks with nicotine stains
The Rat Pack, Vegas, and Keely Smith
Louis Prima wrote this song, now here it is
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Everybody start to sing
Now you're singin' with a swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Everybody start to swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Now you're swingin' while you sing
Anita O'Day died yesterday
'Stop, The Red Light's On'
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
I'm more than satisfied
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
Hold it
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
I am more than satisfied
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
Hold it
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
I am more than satisfied
ââ¬~Thanks For The Boogie Ride'
Hold it