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band, daddy?"
"He's one man and he's banned by television and radio..."
"Young whipper-snapper!"

Well it seems that ever since I was born
Somebody said

Tailgate Trombone Bob [Afro Cuban Son/Mambo]

Erika Paul

Scat's My Bag

2005

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

a stage, put my heart on display
I'm okay i'm okay yea yea yea yeah
I come from, the clock tower, the brass horse
The lit cross, the lift off is from that

I imagine my deathbed 
To be the most best one I've laid in
Covered in pillows and blankets 
I don't necessarily need

I'll be surrounded by loved

to the bands this the life that I chose
Bitch so pretty that I can't tell her no
She like all my songs she's in love with the flow
I like it fast but she like it

the band on hold
You can only lose so much
And at some point you must fold

Fourteen years, four hundred songs, but only just one dream
At least two thousand

the gang
Getting to the cash then i run it up again
Me and 2 girls we just fornicate
Me and few band yeah
Run it for the gang
Toast up cups with my real ones

little by little 
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little 
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little 
But you knew

like a big bass drum
Big brass band to a big sore thumb
Too long shooting it day-for-night
Now I need a little real moonlight
I am not afraid of dying if

the power though
I gotta sleep but
She's ignoring my texts
She's ignoring my calls
Maybe she's gettin' sex
Maybe she's gettin' calls
By some niggas that's

trigger don't miss
Send the ops to hell by my
G43
Sick yellow teeth munchin on the booty of a thick B picked up at a trap house she was only like 19
money

and gone, a brass band
The second line, I could be headed home
The passers by me, shed a tear after she read the stone
It's a luxury
The story of life is

by myself
And I'm thinking, "What could be wrong?"
When this funny little Hedgehog comes running up to me
And it starts up to sing me this song

Oh,

New Friend Request [Hi-Tek Remix]

Gym Class Heroes

Snakes on a Plane: The Album

2006

I remember when I first laid eyes on you 
My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say hi
When I finally built up enough nerve drop a line

thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does

Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has

away

And I'm running down a mountain side when I close my eyes
And I'm a leader of a big brass band when I close my eyes
Any boy can dream
Dream

Morris Brown

OutKast

Idlewild

2006

know(ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' hey baby
Saying hey baby

So baby please don't

the band and I'm watching all the floats go by
Now I've honored all my elders and I've swallowed my pride
Yeah, I traded it in on your word
I could hum your

mean, the Gaelic ink on your arm?
Said it was one of my friend's songs, do you want to drink on?
She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun
She got

on hundreds on hundreds
Throw bands in the air
Do not compare
Ice on my ear you get blind by the glare
Grind in my lair
Unsigned I don't care
Shine like a flare

take my own advice because

I feel as though I've devolved to a chimp
Got my monkey suit on feeling like a simp
For the man, join the band, the wagon

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

or huckster of belief 
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? 
So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song 

They're applauding

Yo
I have no sense of knowing
I'm now presently growing
Farming the land
Doing a dance with
Jam bands in wool hats
Exchange hands with boom bap

day I’ll be stronger, 
You will hear my song 
I’ll be louder than a brass band 
And brighter than the sun
I’ll blow you to the ground 
And pick you up