Another early song. We wrote this after realising that the brass bands that played in the local park would every now and again tail off and randomly play the theme from Star Wars or some classic rock song in order to grab our attention. You really don't know what might happen next!
lyrics
Strolling through the park on a Sunday afternoon
When my ears were apprehended by a rumpty pumpty tune
Soon I was on a deck chair placed upon the grass
While up upon the stand the band were puffing in their brass
Watch how their cheeks swell up as they puff and strain
I've no doubt they're suffering from oxygen starvation of the brain
Take a look inside their heads and you won't predict what you might find
You can never tell what's going through a brass band's mind
There's Alf the undertaker, well he plays the slide trombone
There's Mrs Bagg the baker she's on the sousaphone
The Reverend Susan Highguff bangs upon the drum
Whist Billy Bragg, conductor, is waving to his mum
Watch how their cheeks swell up as they puff and strain
I've no doubt they're suffering from oxygen starvation of the brain
Take a look inside their heads and you won't predict what you might find
You can never tell what's going through a brass band's mind
The British national anthem is the last tune of the day
and all the OAPs, they jump up off their seats and shout "hooray"
At 5pm they pack up for the day, leaving such merriment behind
You can never tell what's going through a brass band's mind
credits
from Grated Hits,
released November 30, 2019
(c) 2019 The Real Cheesemakers
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