Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Louis Prima
Vocals
Bob Roberts
Guitar
Harvey Lang
Drums
Willie McCumber
Piano
Sam Butera
Tenor Saxophone
Lou Sineaux
Trombone
Allan Seltzer
Guitar
Amato Rodriguez
Bass
Antony 'Tony' Liuzza
Bass
Bobby Morris
Drums
Jack Marshall
Guitar
James Vincent
Drums
Jimmy 'Little Red' Blount
Trombone
John Nagy
Piano
Morgan Thomas
Trumpet
Paul Ferrara
Drums
Rolly Dee
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Prima
Songwriter
Jerry Joyce
Songwriter
Jerry Winn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Voyle Gilmore
Producer
Bob Furmanek
Compilation Producer
Bob Norberg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
My baby's going on a trip to the moon
And she won't be back too soon
She doesn't write me and I can't sleep
All I hear from her is beep beep beep
My baby's up in a rocket machine
Since she left, she isn't been seen
She doesn't call me and I can't sleep
All I hear from her is beep beep beep
I wonder if beep means 'I miss you'
And maybe boop means 'I want to kiss you'
I'm hopin' that bloop means 'I love you'
And she's comin' down to earth again
My baby's high in the stratosphere
I'm so low 'cause I'm down here
My love for her is gonna keep
Till she comes back and whispers beep beep beep
I wonder if beep means 'I miss you'
And maybe boop beep means 'I want to kiss you'
I'm hopin' that bloop means 'I love you'
And she's comin' down to earth again
My baby's foolin' 'round with a satellite
Now you know that, that ain't right
My love for her is gonna keep
Till she comes back and whispers beep beep beep
My baby's foolin' 'round with some space capt'
That she don't know where she's at
She better com' on down here to earth and groove
Mmm mmm mmm, I ain't gonna move
Writer(s): Jerry Joyce, Jerry Winn
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