The Lip 歌词

歌曲	The Lip
歌手	Louis Prima
专辑	Hey Boy! Hey Girl!/Swingin' Pretty
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	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

	zuo ci : 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, LIPerace.
	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 ' Highnote 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 ' highnote 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

	zuò cí : 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, LIPerace.
	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 ' Highnote 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 ' highnote 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

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