Sing A Study In Brown Lyrics by Manhattan Transfer

Sing A Study In Brown Lyrics

    Intro:
    Picture this: rhythm n' happiness
    Souls in bliss 'n havin' fun
    (oh no)
    If you can't there's nothin' to it
    (oh no)
    I'm thinkin' i have t' paint you one

    Verse:
    I'm gonna paint a sepia panorama
    So full of life the painting will come alive
    Bathed in blues 'n full of drama
    An' all the swing they needed so they'd survive
    I'll add some tans an' yellow ocher
    Such soul! so full of rhythm
    An' then some orange t' tone up the black a bit
    My goal is to be with 'em
    Purple haze t' lull the smoker
    What swing! what syncopation
    An cherry red t' loosen the back a bit
    That thing captured a nation

    An' then a mere patina of subtle green
    Get down with me - you'll dig my study in brown
    To lighten up the purple n' tone it down
    Get down with me - tell about it all over town
    A dancing glow to highlight the subtle scene
    Get down with me - dig how i'm paintin' the town
    An' there you'll have a study in brown
    My study in brown

    Well, git brown!
    Oh yeah, brown is the pigment
    Well, git down!
    Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant
    Clown!
    Oh yeah, that's some study

    We're puttin' down "a study in brown"

    Coda: (that's why we're callin' it, "a study in brown!")

    Git brown!
    Oh yeah, brown is the pigment
    N' git down!
    Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant
    Clown!
    Oh yeah, that's some study

    Dig what i mean! it's in the scene

    Guitar solo

    What cha' talkin' 'bout?
    (rhythm-a-ning)
    That's my scene rhythm n'dancin'
    (rhythm-a-ning)
    You can add real romancin'
    (yep!)
    I'll come clean,
    That's the way i like it
    Y' start real thin, then put some color in
    (rhythm-a-ning)
    Fuschia hues blended with subtones
    (rhythm-a-ning)
    Spread them blues, blarin' trombones
    (yep!)
    Paint that scene
    Just the way i like it
    A dab or two - that's how to do it.

    Piano solo
    Y' talkin' loud, hope people hear y'

    Guitar solo
    Hey dad! mama's gonn git 'cha soon as you git home!

    Piano solo
    That's the ticket
    But where'd y'fin' th' wicket?
    Repeat from verse to coda

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