LRC歌词
[ti:The Lip]
[ar:Louis Prima/D.R]
[al:Immortal Masterpieces, Vol. 1]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]The Lip - Louis Prima
[00:03.45]Written by：Raymond Klages/T. E. Klages/Vic Knight/Sr Knight Vick
[00:06.90]Down on the mississippi river
[00:08.58]In a knockdo' dive
[00:10.22]I met a trumpet playin' character and man alive
[00:13.62]When he began to rip
[00:14.90]He really played it from the hip
[00:17.02]And when I asked about his name
[00:18.74]They told me that's the lip
[00:20.41]Yip yip yip yip
[00:22.94]No one plays high notes like the lip
[00:27.22]He's got a tone
[00:27.88]That's reminiscent of a boy named bix
[00:30.46]He plays so high that only dogs can hear him
[00:33.07]Just for kicks
[00:33.81]And when I asked him does he read
[00:35.48]He says I'll tell you hon
[00:37.13]I read a little bit
[00:38.38]But not enough to hurt me none
[00:40.62]Yip yip yip yip
[00:43.20]No one plays high notes like the lip
[00:47.38]I said the lip
[00:48.67]She must mean ray anthony huh
[00:50.81]I said the lip
[00:51.88]No man she means harry james
[00:54.16]I said the lip
[00:54.96]You mean louis prima
[00:57.63]I said the lip
[00:58.63]Noo lip-er-ace
[01:00.98]Yip yip yip yip
[01:03.55]No one plays high notes like the lip
[01:07.62]I never heard a trumpet player
[01:09.35]Play a note so high
[01:10.84]And I had to coax a lot before
[01:12.55]The lip would tell me why
[01:14.29]Then he took out a little jar that's labeled
[01:16.63]High note grease
[01:17.99]And he rubs a little every night on his mouthpiece
[01:21.03]Yip yip yip yip
[01:23.62]No one plays high notes like the lip
[01:26.78]Listen here gal
[01:28.03]Are you kiddin' about all that high note grease
[01:31.03]No man I swear he had ten in his valise
[01:35.18]What you mean he goes to the drugstore
[01:36.40]And gets them from the medecine shelf
[01:38.18]No some cat's told me he makes it himself
[01:41.25]Yip yip yip yip
[01:43.82]Tell us the secret of the lip
[01:46.94]Well you take a buketful of steam
[01:49.01]And a dozen rooster eggs
[01:51.45]And you mix 'em up gently with a bushel
[01:53.22]Full of goldfish legs
[01:55.17]And hang 'em on a sky hook in the midnight sun
[01:58.67]Mmm and then you fry them until they're done
[02:01.62]Yip yip yip yip
[02:04.16]That's the secret of the lip
[ar:Louis Prima/D.R]
[al:Immortal Masterpieces, Vol. 1]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]The Lip - Louis Prima
[00:03.45]Written by：Raymond Klages/T. E. Klages/Vic Knight/Sr Knight Vick
[00:06.90]Down on the mississippi river
[00:08.58]In a knockdo' dive
[00:10.22]I met a trumpet playin' character and man alive
[00:13.62]When he began to rip
[00:14.90]He really played it from the hip
[00:17.02]And when I asked about his name
[00:18.74]They told me that's the lip
[00:20.41]Yip yip yip yip
[00:22.94]No one plays high notes like the lip
[00:27.22]He's got a tone
[00:27.88]That's reminiscent of a boy named bix
[00:30.46]He plays so high that only dogs can hear him
[00:33.07]Just for kicks
[00:33.81]And when I asked him does he read
[00:35.48]He says I'll tell you hon
[00:37.13]I read a little bit
[00:38.38]But not enough to hurt me none
[00:40.62]Yip yip yip yip
[00:43.20]No one plays high notes like the lip
[00:47.38]I said the lip
[00:48.67]She must mean ray anthony huh
[00:50.81]I said the lip
[00:51.88]No man she means harry james
[00:54.16]I said the lip
[00:54.96]You mean louis prima
[00:57.63]I said the lip
[00:58.63]Noo lip-er-ace
[01:00.98]Yip yip yip yip
[01:03.55]No one plays high notes like the lip
[01:07.62]I never heard a trumpet player
[01:09.35]Play a note so high
[01:10.84]And I had to coax a lot before
[01:12.55]The lip would tell me why
[01:14.29]Then he took out a little jar that's labeled
[01:16.63]High note grease
[01:17.99]And he rubs a little every night on his mouthpiece
[01:21.03]Yip yip yip yip
[01:23.62]No one plays high notes like the lip
[01:26.78]Listen here gal
[01:28.03]Are you kiddin' about all that high note grease
[01:31.03]No man I swear he had ten in his valise
[01:35.18]What you mean he goes to the drugstore
[01:36.40]And gets them from the medecine shelf
[01:38.18]No some cat's told me he makes it himself
[01:41.25]Yip yip yip yip
[01:43.82]Tell us the secret of the lip
[01:46.94]Well you take a buketful of steam
[01:49.01]And a dozen rooster eggs
[01:51.45]And you mix 'em up gently with a bushel
[01:53.22]Full of goldfish legs
[01:55.17]And hang 'em on a sky hook in the midnight sun
[01:58.67]Mmm and then you fry them until they're done
[02:01.62]Yip yip yip yip
[02:04.16]That's the secret of the lip
文本歌词
The Lip - Louis Prima
Written by：Raymond Klages/T. E. Klages/Vic Knight/Sr Knight Vick
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
What 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 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
