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Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
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Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Rosalita my little rose of the rancho you won my heart down by the Rio
Dry your eyes dear and don't be blue Juanita
I'll come back to you my little
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
going underground (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the boys all
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues

and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
I'm going underground (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the boys all
got,
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
Trousers rolled, the sea is cold 
But it's good for chillblains 

On the prom, white plimsolls and blue shorts 
Brass band playing by the tennis courts
got,
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let
to the sweet, beat the bugle plays
A sound that you'll remember all your days
And when you see that leader proudly raise his hand
Just follow the band

Hear
all around 'er
The daffodils are smilin' at the dove
When Mary 'olds your 'and 
You feel so grand
Your 'eart starts beatin' like 
A big brass band
all around 'er
The daffodils are smilin' at the dove
When Mary 'olds your 'and 
You feel so grand
Your 'eart starts beatin' like 
A big brass band
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits
And they all stood around
And stared at me
Two brunettes and a blonde
Then the old brass shrugged and said
We don't know where she's gone
Later on I
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
going underground (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the boys all
all around 'er
The daffodils are smilin' at the dove
When Mary 'olds your 'and 
You feel so grand
Your 'eart starts beatin' like 
A big brass band
all around 'er
The daffodils are smilin' at the dove
When Mary 'olds your 'and 
You feel so grand
Your 'eart starts beatin' like 
A big brass band