Hot Lips

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