Top Songs By Dizzy Gillespie and His Orchestra
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzy Gillespie
Trumpet
Johnny Hartman
Vocals
Willie Cook
Trumpet
Benny Harris
Trumpet
Elmon Wright
Trumpet
Andy Duryea
Trombone
Sam Hurt
Trombone
Jesse Tarrant
Trombone
John Brown
Alto Saxophone
Ernie Henry
Alto Saxophone
Joe Gayles
Tenor Saxophone
Yusef Lateef
Tenor Saxophone
Al Gibson
Baritone Saxophone
James Forman
Piano
Al Mckibbon
Bass
Teddy Stewart
Drums
Vince Guerra
Congas
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Arlen
Composer
Johnny Mercer
Lyrics
Jimmy Mundy
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Orrin Keepnews
Reissue Producer
James Nichols
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
That old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers up and down my spine
Same old witchcraft, your eyes meet mine
That same old tingle that I feel inside
When that elevator starts its rise
Down and down I go
Well, around and 'round I go, I'm like a leaf caught in the tide
I should stay away, what can I do?
Hear your name and I'm aflame, aflame, burning desire
That only your kiss, kiss, kiss can put out the fire
You are the lover I have waited for
Mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Baby, down, down I go, 'round and 'round I go
I'm in a spin, I'm loving a spin that I'm in
I'm under that old black magic called love
Huh, Matilda, Matilda, Matilda takes your money and run to Venezuela
A little louder
Matilda, Matilda, Matilda takes your money and run to Venezuela
Another time now
Matilda, Matilda, Matilda takes your money and run to Venezuela
I stay away, what can I do?
Hear your name, and I'm aflame, aflame, burning desire
That only your kiss, kiss, kiss can put out the fire
You are the lover I have waited for
Mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Baby, down and down I go, 'round and 'round I go
I'm in a spin, I'm loving a spin that I'm in
I'm under that old black magic called love
Yeah, let's play a different kind of old black magic
So there's great coming, Harker's Lina
Shame to go to Ziggy's, Vainly Green
That could lock me, shame upon my run son
Face of luck, face of fate and zig, soon come son
That could lock me, shame upon my run son
Face of luck, face of fate and zig, soon come son
Who you laughing at?
Sammy Davis don't even know that song yet
Under that old Black magic called love
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen
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