| Song | Louisville Lou |
| Artist | Peggy Lee |
| Album | All Aglow Again! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Milton Ager | |
| zuo ci : Jack Yellen | |
| They call her Louisville Lou, | |
| And what that vamping baby could do! | |
| She was the most heartbreakingest, the shimmyshakingest, | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Milton Ager | |
| zuò cí : Jack Yellen | |
| They call her Louisville Lou, | |
| And what that vamping baby could do! | |
| She was the most heartbreakingest, the shimmyshakingest, | |
| 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. |