The rain falls light on the field tonight, not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of marching band, but it looks like we're just teens
The crowd is howling like the storm we did last year.
We haven't given up, and that's why we're here.
Don't mess it up,
don't let them see,
use good technique like you're supposed to be.
Just get the spot,
don't let your horn drop,
we'll reach the top!
March the show,
march the show!
Don't think about messing up.
March the show,
march the show!
They can never make us stop!
I don't care what the judges say.
Let the crowd rage on,
the scores never bothered me anyways.
It's funny how some toe height makes everything seem right.
And this thing that once controlled me,
Now I laugh at stage fright!
Now it's time to see what we can do,
to test our limits and push through.
Hit that note and make the box,
let's make it rock!
March the show,
march the show!
Become one with the pit and battery!
March the show,
march the show!
Just try to stay in time!
Here we march,
on this field of play.
Let the crowd rage on…
The music flurries through the air into the sky,
The power behind it spiraling through the band and all around
Don't overblow and we just might make the judges gasp,
Seniors always come back, but the past is in the past.
March the show,
march the show!
Don't think about messing up.
March the show,
march the show!
They can never make us stop!
Here we march, in this field of play!
Let the crowd rage on,
the scores never bothered me anyway.