If My Friends Could See Me Now / I'm A Brass Band Songtext
von Connie Francis

If they could see me now
That little gang of mine
I′m eating fancy chow
And drinking fancy wine

.I'd like those stumble bums to see for a fact
The kind of top drawer, first-rate chums I attract

All I can say is; "Wow!"
We′re lookin' where I am
Tonight I landed, pow!
Right in a pot of jam

What a set-up
Holy cow!
They'd never believe it
If my friends could see me now

Tonight at eight you shoulda seen
A chauffeur pulled up in a rented limousine
My neighbors burned
They like to die
When I tell them who is gettin′ in and goin′ out is "I"


I'm in the fast lane
A huff and a puff, a clarinet
On a Philadelphia orchestra

On a modern jazz quartet
On the band from Macy′s hit parade
While Count Bassie blasts
Or the bells of St.Peter's in Rome
And since you played for Allah Done
And all kinds of music is falling out of me
Cause somebody loves me at last

If they could see me now
My little dusty group
Traipsin′ 'round this million dollar chicken coop
I′d hear those thrift shop cats say
"Brother, get her!
Draped on a bedspread made of three kinds of fur"

To think the highest brow
Which some would think is he
Would pick the lowest brow
Which there's no doubt is me


What a set-up
I go holy cow!
They'd never believe it
If my friends could see me now
They wouldn′t believe it