Tipitina tra la la la
Whoa la la la-ah tra la la Tipitina, oola malla walla dalla
Tra ma tra la la Hey Loberta, oh poor Loberta
Girl you hear me calling you
Well you’re three times seven, baby
Knows what you want to do Say Loberta, oh poor Loberta
Girl, you tell me where you been
When you come home this morning, honey
You had your belly full of gin
I’ll say hurry, hurry, come on Loberta
Girl, you have company waiting for you at home
Why don’t you hurry little Loberta girl, hurry
Don’t leave that boy alone
Tipitina tra la la la
Whoa la la la-ah tra la la la
Tipitina, hoola malla walla dalla
Tra ma ti na na Come on baby, we’re going balling
We’re gonna have ourselves a good time
We gonna hoola tralla walla malla dalla
Drink some mellow wine
Soooo good. Fuckin kids need to learn where their music got its roots. This is an originator of the Naw lins jazz turned boogie woogie that paved the way for Damn near everything we hear now. Pay your fuckin respect