Ella Fitzgerald

The sleepless nights, the daily fights,
The quick toboggan when you reach the heights,
I miss the kisses, and I miss the bites,
I wish I were in love again.

The broken dates, the endless waits,
The lovely loving, and the hateful hates,
The conversations with the flying plates,
I wish I were in love again.

No more pain, no more strain,
Now I'm sane, but I would rather be punch-drunk.

The pulled out fur of cat and cur,
The fine mismating of a him and her,
I've learned my lesson, but I wish I were
In love again.

The furtive sigh, the blackened eye,
The words: "I love you, 'til the day I die',
The self deception that believes the lie,
I wish I were in love again.

When love congeals it soon reveals,
The faint aroma of performing seals,
The double-crossing of a pair of heels,
I wish I were in love again.

No, no more care, no, no despair,
Now I'm all there (now), but I'd rather be punch-drunk.

Believe me sir, I much prefer,
The classic battle of a him and her,
I don't like quiet, and I wish I were,
In love again, in love again, in love again


Ella Jane Fitzgerald (April 25, 1917 – June 15, 1996) was an American jazz vocalist with a vocal range spanning three octaves (D♭3 to D♭6). Often referred to as the "First Lady of Song" and the "Queen of Jazz," she was noted for her purity of tone, impeccable diction, phrasing and intonation, and a "horn-like" improvisational ability, particularly in her scat singing.
Fitzgerald was a notable interpreter of the Great American Songbook. Over the course of her 60-year recording career ... Read More