《The Lip》歌词

[00:00:00] The Lip - Louis Prima (路易斯·普利马)

[00:00:00] Written by：Cole Porter/Vic Knight/T Klages

[00:00:06] Down on the Mississippi River in a knockdo dive

[00:00:10] I met a trumpet playing character and Man alive

[00:00:14] When he began to rip

[00:00:14] He really played it from the hip

[00:00:17] And when I asked about his name

[00:00:18] They told me That's The Lip

[00:00:20] Yip yip yip yip

[00:00:22] No one plays high notes like The Lip

[00:00:26] He's got a tone

[00:00:27] That's reminiscent of a boy named Bix

[00:00:30] He plays so high that only dogs

[00:00:32] Can hear him just for kicks

[00:00:33] And when I asked him does he read

[00:00:35] He says

[00:00:36] I'll tell you hon

[00:00:37] I read a little bit but not enough to hurt me none

[00:00:40] Yip yip yip yip

[00:00:43] No one plays high notes like The Lip

[00:00:47] I said The Lip

[00:00:49] She must mean Ray Anthony huh

[00:00:50] I said The Lip

[00:00:51] No man she means Harry James

[00:00:54] I said The Lip

[00:00:55] You mean Louis Prima

[00:00:57] I said The Lip

[00:00:58] Noo LIP-er-ace

[00:01:00] Yip yip yip yip

[00:01:03] No one plays high notes like The Lip

[00:01:07] I never heard a trumpet player play a note so high

[00:01:11] And I had to coax a lot

[00:01:12] Before The Lip would tell me why

[00:01:14] Then he took out a little jar

[00:01:16] That's labeled High-note Grease

[00:01:18] And he rubs a little every night on his mouthpiece

[00:01:21] Yip yip yip yip

[00:01:23] No one plays high notes like The Lip

[00:01:26] Listen here gal are you kidding

[00:01:28] About all that high-note grease

[00:01:31] No man I swear he had ten in his valise

[00:01:35] What you mean he goes to the drugstore

[00:01:36] And gets them from the medecine shelf

[00:01:38] No some cat's told me he makes it himself

[00:01:41] Yip yip yip yip

[00:01:43] Tell us the secret of The Lip

[00:01:46] Well you take a buketful of steam

[00:01:48] And a dozen rooster eggs

[00:01:51] And you mix 'em up gently

[00:01:52] With a bushel full of goldfish legs

[00:01:55] And ya hang 'em

[00:01:56] On a sky hook in the midnight sun

[00:01:58] Mmm and then you fry them until they're done

[00:02:01] Yip yip yip yip

[00:02:04] That's the secret of The Lip