They called her the "First Lady of Song" I called her the "High Priestess of Song" She could do no wrong She could do no wrong She was the greatest in the land Since she sang with Chick Webb's band I loved her, I loved her I tell you people, I loved her Sweet lovely Ella be good Whoa Ella, Ella, be good to me Her kind of music is sometimes misunderstood Oh, Ella, Ella, Ella, you are so good for me Some say jazz isn't sensible But the way she sang it made it comprehensible Here's a bow to the great First Lady of Song Ella Fitzgerald could do no wrong, like when she went ♪ Dixieland, that's jazz Bebop, that's jazz Ella, that's jazz That's jazz, my kind of jazz Ella's kind of jazz ♪ We loved you, Ella We miss you, Ella You were the greatest singer in the world ♪ Thank you, ladies and gentlemen I was all the way up in the dressing room I heard the applause, I rushed right back There is a song by Cole Porter That I'd kinda like to sing about this time of night Particularly when an audience has been as you have been Absolutely wonderful This song exemplifies, precisely How I feel about this audience tonight So I gotta do it, listen