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Blow! Blow! Blow! (Gene Hardy) · Louis, Louis & Louis (Louis Armstrong) · Louis Prima Orchestra (Louis Prima) · Louis Prima [Weton] (Louis Prima) · Tribute to Louis Prima, Vol. 1 (Sam Butera) · Tribute to Louis Prima, Vol. 2 (Sam Butera) · Louis Prima [Nocturne] (Louis Prima) · The Best of Louis Prima & His Orchestra (Louis Prima) · The New Sounds of The Louis Prima Show (Louis Prima) · Selection of Louis Prima (Louis Prima) – and 90 other albums »


Decked out in blue, white, and red 
And iron maidens will slam 
And by the half light of burning republics 
Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow

The blow, the pills, the yak,
too much your head they'll bust.
Just one more pull and that will do
For we're the boys to kick her through.
Recorded by Louis Killen- 50 South, also
Da blow, da pills
Da yak, da herb
Da blow, da blow
Da blow, da blow, da blow

Da blow, da pills
Da yak, da herb
Da blow, da blow
Da blow, da blow, da
All see light in oceans black
Go seek find the red seas fire
Blow ship by those sail blind
Choosing one loosing blood
You try exchanging
No I
Missouri too
So, naturally, I got my doubts

You got 'em droppin' by the wayside
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came a long way from St. Louis
But,
and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram 

I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy 

The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
And they lived in an alley under the red sky

There was an old man and he lived in the moon
One summer's day he came passing by
There was an old man and he
Sand, the ocean breezes blow. Red in the sun, red so long ago
Torn by the waves, blown by the wind
Gone like the tide, until we meet again, again,
The dust blows forward and dust blows back
And the wind blows black through the sky
And the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye
What am I gonna die?
A white
dreams take flight
Let them all go by
All go by

For time will catch us in both hands
To blow away like grains of sand
Ashes to ashes rust to rust
By day
He's a grease monkey it's true
A slave
Fix your transmission like new
Change oil
Rotate your tires of course
He toils
Under the Flying Red
of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land

Red blow the bugles
should know 
You can never get a blow in Toyland 

After everyone was done 
And they'd had a lot of fun 
Noddy's hat was red but 
his dad was sucking
wire here or was it red?

'Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate
(Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate)
I go by many other names
But now

I am
I am not of royalty
I'm an ordinary guy
From a little family
And the riches pass us by
No red carpets on the floor
Nothing fancy I can show
But when
drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya hair blow,

Yeah Rose, red Mikey's wit Bapes,
On some
dreams take flight
Let them all go by
All go by

For time will catch us in both hands
To blow away like grains of sand
Ashes to ashes rust to rust
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Ooh yeah, I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll
Roman land
Of Roman sands
And Roman sons

As I watch the sun sink down
On the blood red edge
Of the blood red town
There are shadows for sale
shack by some old railroad track
So I can hear them motors whine
So I can hear them motors whine
Blow whistle, hear them steel rails humming
Hold
I put my heart in a red balloon
But I let it go to soon
Let it go on the boulevard
Where wicked winds blow so hard

Maybe had I looked up I
I put my heart in a red balloon
But I let it go to soon
Let it go on the boulevard
Where wicked winds blow so hard

Maybe had I looked up I
their faces in the sea
We are walking in the evening by the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans