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Trumpet's the boss and the sax is the muscle
Trombone slides in, here comes the hustle
Three of them stab and the whole room jumps
Brass running payroll on the off-beat bumps
Horns up, hands up, let the section blow
Punch you in the chorus, hit you with the low
No one argues with a wall of brass
Horns up, baby, gonna make it last
Reeds in formation like they mean a war
Mute on the bell and they want some more
A flat, B flat, blasting in your chest
Rhythm clocks in, but the horns are the best
Horns up, hands up, let the section blow
Punch you in the chorus, hit you with the low
No one argues with a wall of brass
Horns up, baby, gonna make it last
Section leader counting with a tap of the heel
One bad note? No, the brass don't kneel
Spit valve open and they're back for more
Loud as a landslide rolling 'cross the floor
Take a breath, then the riff comes back
Tight little stab on the upbeat attack
Loud as a verdict, sharp as a knife
The brass section's running the rest of your life
Horns up, hands up, let the section blow
Punch you in the chorus, hit you with the low
Raise the whole roof on a screaming high pass
Horns up, baby, gonna make it last
Horns up, hands up, let the section blow
Blow down the building, lay the whole thing low
Bell to the sky on a final brass blast
Horns up, baby, and we made it last