It's like a cheerfulness, like a smile
Something in the voice that seems to tell us "come"
That makes us feel strangely good
It's like the entire story of Black people
That sways between love and despair
Something that dances inside you
If you've got it, you've got it
That certain je ne sais quoi
That puts us in a funny state
Ella, Ella, Ella, she has it
That little extra bit of soul
That indefinable charm
Beat on barrels, on pianos
On everything God can put in your hands
Show your laughter or your sorrow
Whether you've got nothing, whether you're a king
Whether you're still seeking the powers that sleep in you
You see, it can't be bought when
You've got it, you've got it
That certain je ne sais quoi
That puts us in a funny state
Ella, Ella, Ella, she has it
That certain je ne sais quoi
That puts us in a funny state
Ella, Ella, Ella, she has it