Hot Lips - Stéphane Grappelli

There’s a boy that’s in our band

And how he blows that horn

Finest since you’re born

When he starts you’re gone

They all call him «Hot Lips» for

He blows real red-hot notes

And ev’rybody on the floor just floats

(That's what they say)

He’s got hot lips when he plays Jazz

He draws out steps like no one has

You’re on your toes and shake your shoes

Boy, how he goes when he plays Blues

I watch the crowd until he’s through

He can be proud they’re «cuckoo,» too

His music’s rare you must declare

The boy is there with two hot lips

He’s got hot lips when he plays Jazz

He draws out steps, like no one has

You’re on your toes, and shake your shoes

Boy, how he goes when he plays Blues

I watch the crowd until he’s through

He can be proud they’re «cuckoo,» too

His music’s rare you must declare

The boy is there with two hot lips

Heard him play the other night

And old man Oscar Clive who is eighty five

Sure as you’re alive

Got so frisky when he started out to do his stuff

Was told to sit right down for being rough

(And then he said)

He’s got hot lips when he plays Jazz

He draws out steps, like no one has

You’re on your toes, and shake your shoes

Boy, how he goes when he plays Blues

I watch the crowd until he’s through

He can be proud they’re «cuckoo,» too

His music’s rare you must declare

The boy is there with two hot lips