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Fancy – Vintage 1920s Flapper – Style Iggy Azalea Cover ft. Ashley Stroud



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The 1920’s were truly a fancy decade, so Ashley Stroud joined us to re-imagine Iggy Azalea’s hit song as if it was sung by a Jazz Age flapper. Perfect for your next Great Gatsby-themed party. Check out the sweet tap break at 1:58!

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Ashley Stroud – vocals
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Michael Sailors – trumpet
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Nick Finzer – trombone
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Jay Rattman – clarinet
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Adam Kubota – bass
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Allan Mednard – drums
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Scott Bradlee – piano & arrangement
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25 thoughts on “Fancy – Vintage 1920s Flapper – Style Iggy Azalea Cover ft. Ashley Stroud
  1. Certainly a more pristine, smoother, cooler, more pleasant, nicer, all around better version. Ashley Stroud's singing and attire give me some rather strong Becky Sharp from Vanity Fair vibes, especially since this song suits Becky Sharp well overall. Another masterful job by PostmodernJukebox.

  2. This is incredible! It's been a while since I've been teleported to another time period and seen an elevated version from the original… PMJB x Ashley Stroud = FIRE

  3. First things first, I'm the realest (realest)
    Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
    And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
    I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right?)
    You should want a bad bitch like this (ha?)
    Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
    Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
    High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
    Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
    Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
    Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
    Champagne spillin', you should taste that
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
    I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this
    Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
    And my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed
    Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department
    And get my money on time, if they not money, decline
    And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
    Said I get my money on time, if they not money, decline
    I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
    Now tell me, who that, who that?
    That do that, do that?
    Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
    I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
    I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
    Trash the hotel
    Let's get drunk on the minibar
    Make the phone call
    Feels so good getting what I want
    Yeah, keep on turning it up
    Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
    Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
    Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow
    Still stunting, how you love that?
    Got the whole world asking how I does that
    Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
    Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that
    That's just the way you like it, huh?
    It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
    Never turn down nothin'
    Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    (Blow-oh-oh-oh)
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    (Blow-oh-oh-oh)

  4. First things first, I'm the realest (realest)
    Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
    And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
    I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right?)
    You should want a bad bitch like this (ha?)
    Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
    Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
    High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
    Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
    Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
    Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
    Champagne spillin', you should taste that
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
    I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this
    Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
    And my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed
    Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department
    And get my money on time, if they not money, decline
    And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
    Said I get my money on time, if they not money, decline
    I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
    Now tell me, who that, who that?
    That do that, do that?
    Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
    I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
    I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
    Trash the hotel
    Let's get drunk on the minibar
    Make the phone call
    Feels so good getting what I want
    Yeah, keep on turning it up
    Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
    Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
    Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow
    Still stunting, how you love that?
    Got the whole world asking how I does that
    Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
    Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that
    That's just the way you like it, huh?
    It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
    Never turn down nothin'
    Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    (Blow-oh-oh-oh)
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
    Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
    (Blow-oh-oh-oh)
    original lyric

  5. This version is exponentially better than the original. The pianist is exceptionally talented and Ashley Stroud is exceptionally sexy!!

  6. irst things first, I'm the realest (realest)
    Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
    And I'm still in the murder business
    I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right)
    You should want a bad bitch like this (ha)
    Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
    Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
    High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
    Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
    Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what)
    Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
    Champagne spillin', you should taste that
    I'm so fancy
    You already know
    I'm in the fast lane
    From L.A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow
    I said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew this
    Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
    And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it
    Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
    Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline
    And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
    So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
    I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
    Now tell me, who that, who that?
    That do that, do that?
    Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
    I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
    I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

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