Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20 Questions, artist - Youngblood Brass Band. Date of issue: 08.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
20 Questions |
| Ahhh… f*!*!*k |
| It’s so much easier to just sing it |
| Universally loved by British toddlers: («Yaangbluh Brah Blah!») |
| By homeless French tuba players: («Youengbluud Bress Baend!») |
| By stoned American coeds: («Yungbludd Braas Baand!») |
| …Uh-huh. |
| Let’s see: 6 albums, 15 years, 22 countries -- |
| Who am I? |
| Try not to love me |
| I know, right? |
| For the people coming night after night |
| My whole life here |
| Maybe why I don’t have a wife |
| My lone vice |
| Kill a drummer, light up a mic |
| It’s so nice |
| Youngblood banging some brass |
| Happened so fast |
| Summer of lovin', my ass |
| We got more hot shit than you can shake a dick at |
| So ill, at the door you get a stamp and a sick bag |
| You coming to the gig? |
| I think your lady is |
| I think she’s having thoughts of having David’s kids |
| You coming to the gig? |
| I think your man knows |
| We got two fully-automatic trombones |
| You coming to the gig? |
| I think it’s worth the price |
| I think the saxophone section dresses awful nice |
| You coming to the gig? |
| I heard your mom say: |
| «I could sit and listen to the trumpets all day!» |
| Here’s the part where y’all play: |
| WHO AM I? |
| …aaand back! |
| Where you been for the last, like, decade? |
| Last night? |
| Sex tape, right hand -- |
| Nahhh, I mean, how could you think that we could quit this sound? |
| «Well, Nat left the band, it really let me down.» |
| Understandable |
| His mandible alone will handle all the tones your band could know |
| Intangible, like, how you make it danceable? |
| Hey, bands thinking you can do this: your hands are full. |
| There’s your answer, folks |
| You can have the notes |
| But it doesn’t mean your music’s not a joke |
| And I don’t care what kind of funny hat you’re tipping, friend |
| Just because you play a horn, you ain’t sitting in |
| «Don't be mean! |
| That’s my boyfriend Vincent!» |
| Listen: asshole is my preexisting condition |
| I rap, it’s my job description |
| Well, that and dissin' |
| But for real, kids: |
| You coming to the gig? |
| I heard it’s so bomb |
| I heard they got not one but two dudes on the floor toms |
| You coming to the gig? |
| It’s not a lot of cash |
| I’d cut off a nut to get the tuba’s autograph |
| You coming to the gig? |
| Well France is kinda far… |
| Too bad, you shoulda seen the staff dancing on the bar |
| You coming to the gig? |
| Don’t wanna miss the boat |
| You can tell your crew that one time Mr. Skogen missed a note |
| Hey mister tenor saxophone |
| WHO AM I? |
| WHO AM I? |
| Couple things: |
| We don’t listen to anyone else’s say-so |
| We don’t got stage clothes |
| We don’t make great dough |
| We don’t play lame shows |
| We don’t do tame prose |
| And if you’re trying to break our balls, you better aim low |
| We do blaze foes |
| We do flame-throw |
| We do maim those sticking with the same old lame-o play-dough preschool-age flow |
| Don’t know 'bout fame though |
| You know my name, though |
| You coming to the gig? |
| It’s off the hook, right? |
| I’ll play your kindergarten graduation, book flights! |
| You coming to the gig? |
| There’s no one else to call! |
| These ten dudes unplugged trump 'em all! |
| You coming to the gig? |
| Yup |
| Three letters: Y… B… B! |
| (…forever!) |
| All night, all day |
| Getting down, getting loud |
| WHO AM I? |
| (YOUNGBLOOD BRASS BAND!) |
| For the kids, for their heads |
| Every breath till I’m dead |
| WHO AM I? |
| (YOUNGBLOOD BRASS BAND!) |
| For the past, for the now |
| For the fire, for the sound |
| WHO AM I? |
| (YOUNGBLOOD BRASS BAND!) |
| For the shows, for the fans |
| For the love for the band |
| WHO AM I? |
| (YOUNGBLOOD BRASS BAND!) |
| WHO AM I? |
| (YOUNG! BLOOD! BRASS! BAND!) |
| (YOUNG! BLOOD! BRASS! BAND!) |
| (YOUNG! BLOOD! BRASS! BAND!) |
| (YOUNG! BLOOD! BRASS! BAND!) |
| (I don’t know what that was… but it was a miracle.) |