Marching shoes were lined with dirt
From long days on the field.
And everyone is marking time
Watch the drum major's feet.
Trophies to win.
Just trying play this final song.
And all I hear about is
How it's so sad, it's so sad.

It's too sad, it's too sad,
It's too late, so wrong, so long,
It's too sad that we had no time to review
Let's mark, let's play,
Let's play.

You left without trophies that night,
Although I'm sure you tried.
Got tenth place that unlucky time,
So everybody cries.
But you weren't there
To guide the band in the entire show,
And now I dream about it
How it's so sad, it's so sad.

It's too sad, it's too sad,
It's too late, so wrong, so long,
It's too sad that we had no time to review
Let's mark, let's play,
Let's play.

Drummer's hands are lined with guilt,
For not lifting up their toes.
Guess we're the last place band
Just look at where we are,
Made it out, still go uniforms on our backs.
And now I scream about it
How it's so sad, it's so sad.

It's too sad, it's too sad,
It's too late, so wrong, so long,
It's too sad that we had no time to review
Let's mark, let's play,
Let's play.

No time, last show, let's go.