‘Ric Flair’ - Tom McGuire & the Brassholes скачать в хорошем качестве

‘Ric Flair’ - Tom McGuire & the Brassholes

*DEBUT SINGLE* Tom Mcguire & the Brassholes - ‘Ric Flair’ https://open.spotify.com/album/4R1Cyf... "Tom McGuire & the Brassholes’ debut single is a bouncy good-time funk cut that celebrates the life and acts of style icon and classic era professional wrestler, Ric Flair. Horn lines, both exquisite and explosive, intertwine with super tight groove to accompany a joyously lyrical upbeat song about this cult character. It is the lead single from the upcoming self titled debut album, set for release early next year and is representative of the sonic aesthetic of the group’s broader work." Tom McGuire - Lead Vocal & Guitar Scott McPherson - Bass Tim Brough - Keys Micah Johnston - Drums Mikey Butcher - Tenor Saxophone Mateusz Sobieski - Tenor Saxophone Josh Elcock - Trumpet Liam Shortall - Trombone Recorded and mixed by Gus Stirrat Mastered by Michael Fossenkemper @ Turtle Tone Studios Videography & Video Editting - Paul Campbell    / pauljwcampbell     / apicfrompaul   LYRICS Comes walking on, to thus spoke Zarathustra pulls it of wearing alligator shoes, yeah you better beware, its a jungle in there ladies and gentlemen welcome to the ring Mr Ric Flair I enlighten you to a little known fact Whenever Ric "WOO"s, its always B flat (Actually C sharp but who’s checkin) He even knows where the hippest note's at and get any pretty woman in the world he wants just like that. WOO, who’s that, sitting over there WOO, sporting that pink underwear. WOO, most glorious platinum hair, all you young pretenders well you better beware. Jake the snake, unsurprisingly had a snake. Ultimate warrior had paint on his face. Hacksaw Jim Duggan, had a 2x4. but with style like this, you don’t need no more. Got a lot of friends, got a lot of foes. They be quaking in their boots when I be bouncing off the ropes Lots of people talking, few of them know, you gotta have a tag if you wanna make that dough. WOO, who’s that, sitting over there WOO, sporting that pink underwear. WOO, most glorious platinum hair, all you young pretenders well you better beware Survived a plane crash, survived being struck by lightening, only drives the fines cars, and dines the finest dining. People try to say that size don’t matter I wish to contravene, You can measure a mans success by the length of his limousine. WOO Rolex wearing, styling profiling, alligator booted, limousine riding, absolutely no commercial flying, all night dancing, all night loving kiss stealin, wheeling and dealing, son of a gun Such a man there can be only one. WOO, who’s that, sitting over there WOO, sporting that pink underwear. WOO, most glorious platinum hair, All you young pretenders well you better beware Come on boys, take it on home boys, thus spoke Zarathustra!