I know a fool,
That blows a horn,
He came from way down south,
I ain’t heard it blowing since I was born.
When that trambone’s in his mouth,
Well, he wails and moans,
He grunts and groans,
He moans just like a cow.
Nobody else can’t do his stuff,
‘Cause he won’t teach ‘em how.
Oh Butter, blow that thing,
Play that slide trombone
Make it talk, make it sing,
Lordie! Where did you get that tone?
If X did know how you could blow,
He’d let you lead his band I know,
Oh Butter, blow that thing,
Play that slide trombone.
Oh Butter, do you know,
You sure blows a horn.
Yes I swing, to-and-fro,
When you carry on.
You ain’t seen such shaking hips,
Like when that horn is to your lips,
Oh Butter, blow that thing,
That slide trombone
Oh Butter, make it sing,
That slide trombone.
You’d even make a king,
Get down off his throne,
And he would break a leg, I know,
Doing the mambo.
Oh Butter, blow that thing,
Blow that slide trombone.
Oh Butter, lawd, blow that slide trombone.
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Lyrics submitted by M Holland.