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    Louis Prima / Lyrics

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    "The Lip" Lyrics

    Louis Prima feat. Sam Butera and Keely Smith

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    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 labelled '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 medicine 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 bucketful 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
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Round Table Music.
    Written by Raymond Klages, Vick, Sr. Knight.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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