| Hey, Louis Prima
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| We gotta get the hell outta town
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| 'Cause I’ve been datin’a chick with some swively hips
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| And her boyfriend don’t want me around
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| And wouldn’t it be kinda funny
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| If we got outta town with all the money
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| Hey, Louis Prima
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| You sure know how to lay it on down
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| We were doin’all-nighters
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| Cruisin’to a gig in Vegas
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| Don’t know what was goin’on
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| But it surely did become contagious!
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| When we pulled up to the show
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| Ten thousand people or more all yelled out
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| 'Man your band is truly outrageous!'
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| Hey, Louis Prima
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| Man, you make 'em jump and shout
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| I got a five-dollar bet on a two-dollar bill
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| You’re gonna show 'em what it’s all about
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| And wouldn’t it be kinda funny
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| If we got outta town with all the money
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| Hey, Louis Prima
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| You sure know how to lay it on down
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| Hey, Louis Prima
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| There’s something that I just gotta know
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| Have you still got that old black magic
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| Or are you just a gigolo?
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| All we need is some Sam Butera
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| Then we can say 'Buona Sera'
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| Hey, Louis Prima
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| You sure know how to lay it on down |