. Everything that comes out of my trombone. Fire and brimstone, Fire and brimstone. Fire and brimstone, Fire and brimstone Shot guns blast, you hear it ring so loud. Follow bout the sirens happens all year
Talkin' bout my baby. Little Latin Lupe Lu. She's a high flyin' baby. There ain't no dance she couldn't do. She's my groovy little baby. Little Latin Lupe Lu. A boppa boppa Lupe Lu. A-shake it
