It's confusing, music is flying
Members take the field
But listen closely
For a little while longer
The drum majors are in control
I remember doing the Band Warp
Playing those moments when
The flags would hit me
And the directors would be calling
Let's run the last set again!
Let's run the last set again!
It's just a glide-step to the left...
And then a gateswing to the right...
You get in parade rest...
And hold your horn real tight...
But it's the drummers' cadence...
That really drives you insane...
Let's run the last set again!
Let's run the last set again!
The heat has siezed us!
Oh, directors, free us!
Then you won't see us
No, not til tomorrow
We're at attention
With musical intentions
High up, judges see all
If a guard should slip
The directors will all flip!
And they'll make us do it all again
The tubas weigh a ton!
They wish they're under sedation!
Let's run the last set again!
Let's run the last set again!
Well I was marching down the field
Just playing, I think
When a saxophone gave out an evil squeak
That shook me up, the section leader, too
And this guy was our soloist, too!
The directors yelled and I saw him cringe
This close to contest, he'd better practice again!
Let's run the last set again!
Let's run the last set again!
It's just an glide-step to the left...
And then a gateswing to the right...
You get in parade rest...
And hold your horn real tight...
But it's the drummers' cadence...
That really drives you insane...
Let's run the last set again!
Let's run the last set again!