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Bus Left Monday

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Barrel-chested carousing male MC, 140 BPM Balkan brass rap, tuba bassline, blaring brass band, tapan drum, punching hip hop kick, carousing bellowed hooks, loud, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals
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[Hook: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, loud, carousing, brass blaring] Bus left Monday, still right here Band won't quit and the glasses won't clear Packed my bag and the bag's a chair Bus left Monday, still right here [Verse 1: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, carousing, bouncing on the tuba] Got the job in the city, got a ticket and a coat Mama sewed my name in it, Papa wrote me a note Sunday in the yard, just a little goodbye Little plum brandy and a lamb on a fire Then the brass band showed up from the village next door Then the brass band's cousins showed up with four more Nine o'clock Monday, bus is honking at the gate And the tuba player's sitting on my suitcase, wait [Hook: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, loud, carousing, brass blaring] Bus left Monday, still right here Band won't quit and the glasses won't clear Packed my bag and the bag's a chair Bus left Monday, still right here [Verse 2: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, carousing, faster, out of breath] Tuesday, Grandpa climbing on the table in his socks Wednesday, somebody's goat ate the lock off the box Priest came by to bless me and he never went home Mayor came to shake my hand and he stole the trombone Every time I get my coat on, somebody hands me a glass Every time I find the door, here comes the brass Thursday, I find my cousin with a fat roll of cash Said where'd you get it, he said brother, your ticket, ha [Bridge: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, carousing, shouting over the brass] Sold my ticket for the band Cashed my seat in his hand Now the band is in my yard Getting paid with my seat, man One more night, they said, one more song Three days later, still going strong Brass on the left and the drum on the right Never been so happy to be stuck in one place in my life [Verse 3: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, tuba chase to the bus, carousing, running] Friday, nine o'clock, I'm sprinting for the stop Brass band right behind me and they will not drop Tuba in the doorway like a cork in a jug Driver tries to close it and he gets a big hug Now the driver's dancing and the aisle is a floor Old ladies with their baskets throwing shoes at the door Bus pulls out with the whole band inside Guess I'm moving to the city with the party for a ride [Hook: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, loud, carousing, brass blaring] Bus left Monday, still right here Band won't quit and the glasses won't clear Packed my bag and the bag's a chair Bus left Monday, still right here [Outro: Barrel-chested carousing male MC, laughing, brass rings out and fades] Next stop, the city Somebody pay the band [End]