Lord Buckley Quote

Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies, Knock me your lobes, I came to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows Wails long after he's cut out, The groovy is often stashed with their frames.


Hipsters, Flipsters, and Finger Poppin' Daddies, Knock Me Your Lobes, LP (1955). Marc Antony's Funeral Oration


Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies, Knock me your lobes, I came to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows...

Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies, Knock me your lobes, I came to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows...

Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies, Knock me your lobes, I came to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows...

Hipsters, flipsters, and finger-poppin' daddies, Knock me your lobes, I came to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him. The bad jazz that a cat blows...