a 1922 blues fox-trot song
words and music by Henry Busse, Henry Lange, and Lou Davis
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- 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 everybody on the floor
Just floats (that’s what they say:)
Chorus
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:):
Sung here by Fred Feild: