Brass & Baskerville

[Intro – snare shuffle, sousaphone bassline, trumpet riff] [Verse 1 – male vocal, deep swing, lightly raspy] He got ink on his hands, rhythm in his shoes, Wears a vest with type and a heart full of blues. He lays his lines like he lays a beat, Letter by letter, he makes it sweet. [Call & Response – brass stabs + backing vocals] Call: What’s his name? Response: Mr. Brass! Call: What’s he print? Response: Straight-up sass! [Chorus – full band, swagger and swing] Brass & Baskerville, he’s a typin’ thrill, Sets the night in bold italics, full of will. His words got groove, no kerning slack – He sets you right, then never looks back. Brass & Baskerville, so fine, so smooth, Like a headline strut with vintage groove. [Verse 2 – horns improvise around vocal, crowd claps layered in] He’s got charm in Serif, wit in Lead, He’ll woo your soul with a single spread. No lorem ipsum, this man’s pure gold, Tells you the truth – hot-pressed and bold. [Call & Response – louder, rowdier] Call: What's his style? Response: Justified! Call: Is he hot? Response: Letterfied! [Chorus – repeated, higher vocal phrasing] Brass & Baskerville, he’s a typin’ thrill, Sets the night in bold italics, full of will. His words got groove, no kerning slack – He sets you right, then never looks back. Brass & Baskerville, a king on lead, He's the headline heart every heart can read. [Bridge – slow drag tempo, muted horns, spoken line] [Spoken – swagger tone] He once whispered in Futura Bold: “Baby, I don't just print stories – I make 'em gold.” [Final Chorus – horns on fire, crowd chants with the rhythm] Brass & Baskerville, never outta line, He’ll kiss your margins and redefine. Old-school love in a modern frame – Printing hearts like it’s all a game. Brass & Baskerville – remember the name! [Outro – fade with brass vamp and tap dance-style snare rolls]