Lyrics:
Brass Bands

Hold me in your arms, just see how it feels Don't make me wait forever just because you know I will Don't leave me hangin', wishin', waitin', hopin' that

And notes that I will never understand And there were tin horns and oboes and saxophone solos Now you know and I know love is like a big brass band

lawn Put the radio loud in the window I tuned it into rock Now I'm patiently waitin' on music But the DJ rambled and sang And it was blowin' in a brass

scream Going underground (Going underground) Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (Going underground) So let the boys all sing And the boys all shout for tomorrow Well, the brass bands

I like your bother, I like your mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin

like a Bosnian Serb A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke

-edged eye and his steady hand He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band He hangs it up above the

It took you a week to say One day you were A virtuoso, a virtuoso The girls have moved Some brass band and a marching girl She likes it that way She

all the way to Italy. Repeat Chorus He thought he'd take a trip to old Japan. They brought out the whole brass band. He played every instrument