Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzy Gillespie
Dizzy Gillespie
Trumpet
Johnny Hartman
Johnny Hartman
Vocals
Willie Cook
Willie Cook
Trumpet
Benny Harris
Benny Harris
Trumpet
Elmon Wright
Elmon Wright
Trumpet
Andy Duryea
Andy Duryea
Trombone
Sam Hurt
Sam Hurt
Trombone
Jesse Tarrant
Jesse Tarrant
Trombone
John Brown
John Brown
Alto Saxophone
Ernie Henry
Ernie Henry
Alto Saxophone
Joe Gayles
Joe Gayles
Tenor Saxophone
Yusef Lateef
Yusef Lateef
Tenor Saxophone
Al Gibson
Al Gibson
Baritone Saxophone
James Forman
James Forman
Piano
Al Mckibbon
Al Mckibbon
Bass
Teddy Stewart
Teddy Stewart
Drums
Vince Guerra
Vince Guerra
Congas
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Arlen
Harold Arlen
Composer
Johnny Mercer
Johnny Mercer
Lyrics
Jimmy Mundy
Jimmy Mundy
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Orrin Keepnews
Orrin Keepnews
Reissue Producer
James Nichols
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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