They wanted a concert by the Tijuana Brass
They obeyed the sign not to walk on the grass
Each with their coffee and personal EPERB
They sat by the kerb and waited for Herb
They obeyed the sign not to walk on the grass
Each with their coffee and personal EPERB
They sat by the kerb and waited for Herb
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Oh Boooo, David! Thanks for the laugh! Merry Christmas Eve!
Jo
eperb... good one.
Merry christmas eve.
Craig
Herb Alpert, it seems, was born to a trombone
and a big fat tuba who never stayed home
they could not be quiet and were kicked out of mass
the priest sternly scolded, "you've got your brass!"
At long last showed up the Herb
And all those coffee drinkers jumped off the kerb
To hear the concert of their dreams
Though they drank their coffees with too few creams.
That "Stay Off the Grass" stuff ain't not joke,
But it's not about where you walk, it's about what you smoke.
Do I like brass?
You bet your ...
As a matter of fact, my love is a trumpet player.
Herb's been blowing his horn
Since the day he was born
Making all his records in stacks
Using no violins and no sax
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
lovely prose. anyways, have a joyful christmas to you and your love ones... from my islands to yours.
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