[00:06.33]Down on the Mississippi River in a knockdo dive
[00:09.87]I met a trumpet playin' character and Man alive!
[00:13.27]When he began to rip, he really played it from the hip
[00:16.63]And when I asked about his name,
[00:18.23]They told me, "That's 'The Lip'."
[00:19.97]Yip yip yip yip
[00:22.46]No one plays high notes like The Lip.
[00:26.63]He's got a tone that's reminiscent of a boy named Bix
[00:30.04]He plays so high that only dogs can hear him, just for kicks.
[00:33.50]And when I asked him does he read
[00:35.15]He says, "I'll tell you, hon,
[00:36.94]I read a little bit but not enough to hurt me none."
[00:40.21]Yip yip yip yip.
[00:42.70]No one plays high notes like The Lip.
[00:46.86]I said The Lip.
[00:48.70]She must mean Ray Anthony, huh?
[00:50.34]I said The Lip.
[00:51.38]No, man, she means Harry James.
[00:53.79]I said The Lip.
[00:54.64]You mean Louis Prima.
[00:57.09]I said The Lip.
[00:58.18]Noo, LIP-er-ace.
[01:00.48]Yip yip yip yip
[01:02.99]No one plays high notes like The Lip.
[01:07.15]I never heard a trumpet player play a note so high
[01:10.70]And I had to coax a lot before The Lip would tell me why
[01:13.93]Then he took out a little jar that's labeled 'High-note Grease'
[01:17.58]And he rubs a little every night on his mouthpiece
[01:20.58]Yip yip yip yip
[01:23.07]No one plays high notes like The Lip.
[01:26.28]Listen here gal,
[01:27.82]Are you kiddin' about all that 'high-note grease'?
[01:30.82]No, man, I swear, he had ten in a big valise.
[01:34.84]Wha', you mean he goes to the drugstore
[01:36.31]And gets them from the medecine shelf?
[01:38.09]No, some cat's told me he makes it himself.
[01:40.92]Yip yip yip yip
[01:43.52]Tell us the secret of The Lip.
[01:46.62]Well..you take a buketful of steam and a dozen rooster eggs
[01:51.40]And you mix 'em up gently with a bushel full of goldfish legs
[01:55.00]And hang 'em on a sky hook in the midnight sun
[01:58.44]Mmm and then you fry them until they're done.
[02:01.31]Yip yip yip yip
[02:03.97]That's the secret of The Lip