I feel
too bad
I’m feelin’ mighty sick and sore
Lee Morse - Moanin’ Low(1929)

The Ingenues— an all-girl Jazz orchestra from the 1920s.
I love their style, their swag, their accordion/banjo proficiency, and the one bomb ass tuba player. Oompa-pa, gurl.
Fats Waller, “You’re Not the Only Oyster in the Stew”(1934)
You’re not the only oyster in the stew
Not the only tea leaf in the tea
However, I’m convinced
Completely, fully, firmly convinced
You’re the only one for me
You’re not the only wrinkle in the prune
You’re not the only apple on the tree
Still in all the facts
Perfectly logical, positive facts
You’re the only one for me
So well supplied
The very things I see (Oh mercy, baby)
Your smile is refreshing
Kisses so unique
When I’m ‘round I’m susceptible and weak
I loves ya, I loves ya - so to speak
There’s 7 million people in New York
50 million Frenchmen in Par-ee
Not to mention such
as English, Irish, Italians and Dutch
But you’re the only one for me…