Original Piano Trio

Hot Lips
There's a boy that's in our bandAnd how he blows that hornFinest since you're bornWhen he starts you're goneThey all call him "Hot Lips" forHe blows real red-hot notesAnd ev'rybody on the floor just floats(That's what they say) He's got hot lips when he plays JazzHe draws out steps like no one hasYou're on your toes and shake your shoesBoy, how he goes when he plays BluesI watch the crowd until he's throughHe can be proud they're "cuckoo," tooHis music's rare you must declareThe boy is there with two hot lips He's got hot lips when he plays JazzHe draws out steps, like no one hasYou're on your toes, and shake your shoesBoy, how he goes when he plays BluesI watch the crowd until he's throughHe can be proud they're "cuckoo," tooHis music's rare you must declareThe boy is there with two hot lipsLetras de canciones Heard him play the other nightAnd old man Oscar Clive who is eighty fiveSure as you're aliveGot so frisky when he started out to do his stuffWas told to sit right down for being rough(And then he said) He's got hot lips when he plays JazzHe draws out steps, like no one hasYou're on your toes, and shake your shoesBoy, how he goes when he plays BluesI watch the crowd until he's throughHe can be proud they're "cuckoo," tooHis music's rare you must declareThe boy is there with two hot lips From Letras Mania