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Olympia Brass Band/Eureka Brass Band (Harold Dejan) · Ultimate Rebirth Brass Band (Rebirth Brass Band) · Exactly Like You (Dizzy Gillespie) · Exactly Like You (Tom Saunders) · Exactly Like Us (Guy Van Duser) · Exactly Like Us (Guy Van Duser) · Exactly What You Think It Is (Sour) · Taste of Brass for Lovers Only/Doublin in Brass (Jackie Gleason) · Burnished Brass/Satin Brass (George Shearing) · Taste Of Brass For Lovers Only/Doublin In Brass (Jackie Gleason) – and 90 other albums »


sympathy, yeah

Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin'
To keep me sane in this burnin' oven
When my time is up be my rebirth
Like I was worth
honey
Oh honey
Let me take you to Alexander's
Grand stand brass band
Ain't you coming along?

Come on and hear
Come on and hear
Alexander's
I like your mother
I like your brother
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
There's an old brass
Standing there at the top
Without her witch's broom
It almost seemed like a knocking shop
When the girls came out of their rooms
I like your mother
I like your brother
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
Listening to you idle talk
Smoke rising to the ceiling
The words just seem to float on by
Maybe you've had the feeling
Then looking into my empty
Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas
Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada
Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass
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,
I like your mother
I like your brother
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
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,
at me and aiming at his wife
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
Cause all I got is brass knuckles
Tailgate Trombone Bob

Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"

What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
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
Yo yo it stink like dead rappers  check it 
The re-birth type of warfare biological 
Delve into my Waterworld  overcome any obstacle 
In your
naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal’s cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen

Pump
There isn't
Anybody else
Exactly quite
Like me'

And when
It's party time
Like 1999
I party by myself
Because I'm such
A special guy

[Chorus]
me, but I
Know you. how about playing guitar in helloween? " and he didn't even know
The band. so I had to give him some examples of our songs, like
untied, I guess you were just my type
You know that summer never stopped, I still pretend I'm there.
The band's in the living room, the neighbors, they
of a brass band I thought I could see her
In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
Just a little bird floating on a hurricane

I was flat on my
coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks 

Strike it up if judah sticks 
The brass band, hold hands 
Right across the new land 
Have an accent pay your
in 
All I could say was ow ow ouch 

[Chorus] 
Honey how you've grown 
Like a rose 
Well we used to play 
When we were three 
How about a kiss
every church wall, that's exactly what you'd see
If Jesus Christ, was shot in the head with no respect
We'd all have little gold guns around our neck
the ribbon
The county brass band played
What a sad moment it seems they struck up now

No one ever could say why
But oh, the ships just passed on by
explain
Just exactly who was to blame
For causing me to go insane
And finally blow out my brain,
Sweet Lorraine, ah, Sweet Lorraine.

Well you know
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)

(*chanting*)

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too