Lyric

I came in by the stage door grin

In a dress like midnight gin

Your horn line caught my name

Then the whole room caught the flame

Silver cuffs and a red-lip sway

Little parade at the end of day

Saxophones in a zigzag line

And your smile said, "That one is mine"

Hold that note

Let it rise

Watch me turn

Those guilty eyes

One more spin

One more spark

Hit me where

The brass goes hard

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

Bring it back, bring it back

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

Clap your hands, let it snap

I want that shine

I want that thrill

Blow it wide

And make it real

Trombone tipping in a velvet shout

Sax got the crowd all jumping out

Bass keeps strolling, steady and mean

Drums wink once, then steal the scene

Hold that note

Let it rise

Watch me turn

Those guilty eyes

One more spin

One more spark

Hit me where

The brass goes hard

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

Bring it back, bring it back

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

Clap your hands, let it snap

I want that shine

I want that thrill

Blow it wide

And make it real

Now the room leans in

Like it knows my name

Every bell and blast

Sets the curtain aflame

I lift my chin

Take the final cue

And the whole big band

Breaks it open for you

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

Bring it back, bring it back

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

Clap your hands, let it snap

I want that shine

I want that thrill

Blow it wide

And make it real

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

One more time, one more time

Bouquet of brass, bouquet of brass

And it lands in a shining chime