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Olympia Brass Band/Eureka Brass Band (Harold Dejan) · Ultimate Rebirth Brass Band (Rebirth Brass Band) · Louis Armstrong, Vol. 3: You Rascal You (Louis Armstrong) · You Rascal You [Empress] (Louis Armstrong) · You Rascal You [Half Moon] (Louis Armstrong) · You Rascal You (Fats Waller) · You Rascal You (Clarence Williams) · You Rascal You (Fats Waller) · You Rascal You [Half Moon] (Louis Armstrong) · You Rascal You [Half Moon] (Louis Armstrong) – and 90 other albums »


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
yeah, yeah, right by my side
I need you here by my side
But I can't have you, baby
But I'll be home soon, I'll be home soon, yeah
Alright, woooh
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
got,
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let
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
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
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
got,
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let
Ain't she cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?

Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my,
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
picked up the ball
And I took off down the line
I suppose by then I'd realised
You'd run into hard times

Oh, laughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes
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
going underground (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well let the boys all
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?

Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my, ain't it
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
underground, (going underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well, let the boys all sing
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
of Esplanade

That's my whole life in a nutshell
Take it as you will
I can hear that old brass band
Playing our song down the hill

Won't you smile,
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
society's got - 
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound 
Going underground, (going underground)
Well
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
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,