作曲 : Milton Ager
作词 : Jack Yellen
They call her Louisville Lou,
And what that vamping baby could do!
She was the most heart-breaking-est, the shimmy-shaking-est,
That this world ever knew.
She's got the kind of love that holds 'em,
Big, black eyes, and she rolls 'em.
Hot lips, what pips, and no more conscience than a snake's got hips.
And when she struts her feathers and plumes,
The porters drop their mops and their brooms,
You ought to see them trailin' her, inhaling' her perfume.
And even Deacon Jones, who's crippled and bent,
Pawned his crutch just to pay her rent.
Now, brother, here's my warning to you:
Keep away from Louisville Lou.
