The Lip-Louis Prima/Louis Prima Sextet

作词 : Klages, Knight Down on the Mississippi River in a knockdo* dive I met a trumpet playin' character and Man alive! When he began to rip, he really played it from the hip And when I asked about his name, they told me, "That's 'The Lip'." Yip yip yip yip No one plays high notes like The Lip. He's got a tone that's reminiscent of a boy named Bix He plays so high that only dogs can hear him, just for kicks. And when I asked him does he read He says, "I'll tell you, hon, I read a little bit but not enough to hurt me none." Yip yip yip yip. No one plays high notes like The Lip. I said The Lip. She must mean Ray Anthony, huh? I said The Lip. No, man, she means Harry James. I said The Lip. You mean Louis Prima. I said The Lip. Noo, LIP-er-ace. Yip yip yip yip No one plays high notes like The Lip. I never heard a trumpet player play a note so high And I had to coax a lot before The Lip would tell me why Then he took out a little jar that's labeled 'High-note Grease' And he rubs a little every night on his mouthpiece Yip yip yip yip No one plays high notes like The Lip. Listen here gal, are you kiddin' about all that 'high-note grease'? No, man, I swear, he had ten in his valise. Wha', you mean he goes to the drugstore and gets them from the medecine shelf? No, some cat's told me he makes it himself. Yip yip yip yip Tell us the secret of The Lip. Well..you take a buketful of steam And a dozen rooster eggs And you mix 'em up gently with a bushel full of goldfish legs And ya hang 'em on a sky hook in the midnight sun Mmm and then you fry them until they're done. Yip yip yip yip That's the secret of The Lip