Louis Prima & Keely Smith – Coolin’

Louis Prima & Keely Smith – Coolin’ Lyrics

Artist: Louis Prima & Keely Smith
Song: Coolin’

Take it easy, honey
I don’t want you to work that hard
Huh, huh!Doesn’t he look like the Indian on the nickel?
I wish he was the buffalo!

When she gets home, she’s dead. Believe me
That’s the only way we can start even. Believe me!
Now relax, babe
Now, ladies and gentlemen, uh, uh, Sam Butera, uh, this fella

He has a little story to tell ya in the form of a letter
Uh, which concerns a trip that we made, uh, recently
Sam and I, we had our vacation, uh, and we went off alone, him and me
And, uh, and he explains everything in the letter

It was about two and a half months ago…
…weeks ago
It was about five months ago…
Seven

Nine, nine, nine months ago
Eight months ago
It was seven and a half months ago…
Eleven months ago

It was thirteen years and a half ago
We was little children, remember? We ran away from home!
And Sam, we went off on two mules, man
Anyway, Sam and I, we made this little trip, folks

We had this little, uh, vacation, and him and I, we went to the Orient
We had a lot of, uh, lot of fun and a lot of surprises
And the biggest surprise came when the plane landed in
Tel Aviv

You’re laughin’, but that was a swingin’ place, Tel Aviv
It was! A couple of cats from the Hot Club of Israel met us at the plane
Remember the little fella with the continental yarmulke?
And the other kid was from Shule

He says, “I’ve just come from the cool Shule, man!”
He had a loaf of pumpernickel under one arm
He was carryin’ a string of kosher pork sausage in the other hand
He had two pocketful of, uh, matzo ball

All different flavors
And he says “we dig you cats from Las Vegas”
And he, he called out to Sam
He says “Samala! We’re gonna…”

He said “we’re gonna take you all in the Jeep”
We got in the Jeep, they took us to the hotel
Set us up in a couple of rooms
Sam had his own room, and I had my own room

And I was alone in my room
I had to say that ’cause you got a bad reputation, boy!
About six o’clock that evenin’, I heard a knock on my door
And it was Sam, he was saying “Laybala! Laybala!”

He called me Laybala!
I says “who’s that?” He says “this is Samala”
“Now what’s on your mind”
He says “man, I dig this place the most, and I’m all excited and I wanna become converted”

But we couldn’t find Sammy Davis Jr. to get the okay, huh?
I said “what else is worryin’ ya, Samala?” He had me talkin’ that way
He says, “well, you know the little fella with the pumpernickel? His name was Herschel”
I said “yeah?”

He says “well, he invite us to a swingin’ place out in the desert, and he told me that we were gonna go dig some folklore”
I said “well, Samala, I don’t know nothin’ about the law”
Now, don’t get ahead of us, folks!
Okay, so we went out to this little place, and when we came back, Sam had a, uh

He wrote a letter to a friend of ours here in Las Vegas
Now, you can leave off “Dear Mo”
Just take it from where it says “they told us where, comma”
“They told us where, comma.” Make the commas, man

Get in close so they can hear you
They told us where
And off we went
And when we got there

It was a tent
And we gave the word
And they let us in
And all we did

Was give some skin
But we kept coolin’, coolin’
We was scared and we ain’t foolin’
But, man, we soon regained control

‘Cause the password was
Braciole!
Right in the middle of the desert, braciole
Place was full of delizianos, wasn’t it?

There were seven marinated pizze, little dollar size
With gefilte fish on top, smothered. Smothered with fish
And they gave us a couple of jars of rogotto
In case we got asciutta from the gefilte

Tell ’em about the band!
Upon a stand
Sat forty cats
A crazy band

In turban hats
Thirty drums
And seven flutes
Three French horns

And one cucuzz’
But we kept coolin’, coolin’
Figured we would get some schoolin’
The leader waved a lightnin’ rod

And then they played
Scheherazade
Tell them the part now. Shhh!
The lights grew dim

And a chick came on
And she looked at him
And he was gone
Whoooooo!

I was a wreck
Began to shake
Around her neck
She wore a snake

But we kept coolin’, coolin’
While she kept on a-hula-hulin’
She called that snake by name, I swear
And the reptile’s name was

Lucky Pierre!
No, no, no, no! That’s a shame! Ha ha!
Come on, read it
This crazy dame

Was flyin’ sails
And around her frame
Were seven veils
Whoooooo!

And she danced
I bit my nails
And then she advanced
And dropped two veils

But we kept coolin’, coolin’
With our eyes, we kept on duellin’
She said to him “je t’adore”
He grooved, then whispered

Take off more!
Come on, man
She never stopped
And danced toward me

And then she dropped
Veil number three
I told that frail
“I dig that jive!”

And then she took off veils
Four and five
And we were drooling, drooling
All at once we weren’t cooling, ha ha!

There was no time for politics
So she took off veil
Number six
One more

One more! Ha ha! One more! Ha ha!
Come on, one more! Don’t lose the place, man
She reached my side
And I was in heaven

And then I cried
“COME ON, SEVEN!”
HA HA, HA HA
Come on, man

He’s laughin’, but he ain’t happy!
Wait ’til you hear the PS
Tell ’em, tell ’em the PS, man!
The seventh veil

Concealed her face
And she took it off
And played her ace
And we stopped droolin’, droolin’

All at once we weren’t coolin’
The chick who was a question mark
Turned out to be
Wilbur Clark!

Ha ha! Wilbur Clark
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Louis Prima & Keely Smith Lyrics – Coolin’

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Release Year: 2005