Josh... I made you a promise. This one’s for TheJJShowAI A little gift designed for Josh I told the horns to stay behind They looked at me and said, “Why not?” I asked the brass to keep it tame The trumpets swore they understood Then someone mentioned you hate horns And suddenly they all got good The alto slid in quietly The tenor said he’d keep it low The bari kicked the whole door down And now we’ve lost control Sorry ’bout the horns, Josh They simply would not stay behind The saxes formed a battle line The trombones lost their tiny minds Sorry ’bout the horns, Josh The shamisen said, “Let ’em through” You hate a horn-forward big band So naturally, this one’s for you I tried to make a peaceful break Just upright bass and shamisen A trumpet cleared its throat backstage And all its friends came rushing in The trombones started sliding down The saxes started climbing high The drummer yelled, “One final hit!” That phrase was clearly just a lie See, Josh? No horns. No. Don’t you dare. Sorry ’bout the horns, Josh They’ve taken over every line The trumpets reached another floor The trombones left good taste behind Sorry ’bout the horns, Josh There’s nothing more that I can do You hate a horn-forward big band So naturally, this one’s for you Good news, Josh. The horns are over. No, they’re not.
