Ella Fitzgerald - Stompin at the savoy

^DbSavoy the home of sweet romanc^Ab7e Sav^Dboy it wins you with a glance ^Dbdim Sav^Ebm7oy gives happy feet a ch^Ab7ance to da^Dbnce

Your old ^Dbform just like a clinging vine^Ab7 Your ^Dblips so warm and sweet as wine^Dbdim Your ^Dbcheek so soft and close to ^Ab7mine div^Dbine ^Db7

^Gb7How my h^G7eart is ^Gb7singing ^B7While the ^C7band is s^B7winging I'm n^E7ever ti^F7red of r^E7omping And s^A7tomping with you ^Ab7at the Savoy

What j^Dboy - a perfect holiday ^Ab7 Sav^Dboy where we can glide and sway ^Dbdim Sav^Ebm7oy let me stomp away wi^Ab7th yo^Dbu