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' 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' I'm more than satisfied 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' Hold it 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' I am more than satisfied 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' Hold it 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' I am more than satisfied 'Thanks For The Boogie Ride' Hold it