Song | Louisville Lou |
Artist | Peggy Lee |
Album | All Aglow Again! |
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作曲 : Milton Ager | |
作词 : Jack Yellen | |
They call her Louisville Lou, | |
And what that vamping baby could do! | |
She was the most heart-breaking-est, the shimmy-shaking-est, | |
That this world ever knew. | |
She's got the kind of love that holds 'em, | |
Big, black eyes, and she rolls 'em. | |
Hot lips, what pips, and no more conscience than a snake's got hips. | |
And when she struts her feathers and plumes, | |
The porters drop their mops and their brooms, | |
You ought to see them trailin' her, inhaling' her perfume. | |
And even Deacon Jones, who's crippled and bent, | |
Pawned his crutch just to pay her rent. | |
Now, brother, here's my warning to you: | |
Keep away from Louisville Lou. |
zuo qu : Milton Ager | |
zuo ci : Jack Yellen | |
They call her Louisville Lou, | |
And what that vamping baby could do! | |
She was the most heartbreakingest, the shimmyshakingest, | |
That this world ever knew. | |
She' s got the kind of love that holds ' em, | |
Big, black eyes, and she rolls ' em. | |
Hot lips, what pips, and no more conscience than a snake' s got hips. | |
And when she struts her feathers and plumes, | |
The porters drop their mops and their brooms, | |
You ought to see them trailin' her, inhaling' her perfume. | |
And even Deacon Jones, who' s crippled and bent, | |
Pawned his crutch just to pay her rent. | |
Now, brother, here' s my warning to you: | |
Keep away from Louisville Lou. |
zuò qǔ : Milton Ager | |
zuò cí : Jack Yellen | |
They call her Louisville Lou, | |
And what that vamping baby could do! | |
She was the most heartbreakingest, the shimmyshakingest, | |
That this world ever knew. | |
She' s got the kind of love that holds ' em, | |
Big, black eyes, and she rolls ' em. | |
Hot lips, what pips, and no more conscience than a snake' s got hips. | |
And when she struts her feathers and plumes, | |
The porters drop their mops and their brooms, | |
You ought to see them trailin' her, inhaling' her perfume. | |
And even Deacon Jones, who' s crippled and bent, | |
Pawned his crutch just to pay her rent. | |
Now, brother, here' s my warning to you: | |
Keep away from Louisville Lou. |