Ella Fitzgerald I'm Old Fashioned
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit, I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain, upon a window pane
The starry song that April sings
This year's fancies
Are passing fancies
But sighing sighs holding hands
These my heart understands
I know, I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it that's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it that's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
Oh won't you stay old fashioned with me?
Oh please just stay old fashioned with me
