The Lip - Louis Prima (路易斯·普利马)

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 "

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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

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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

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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 be 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

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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

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That's the secret of The Lip