Ella Fitzgerald

I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day Ive known
A foggy day, in london town
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered,