The Lip-Louis Prima

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 d**gstore 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