Yah, hey, besides a Final Fantasy 7 geek, I am a band geek! Wow! Double the goodness! Anyway, wrote this one day. I liked it. It greatly amused me. Anyway, this is brought to you by Me, Hayley, and my beloved, my precious, my Sparticus the Clarinet. (oh, Squeaky my dumb plastic one's tagging along too, okay?)

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Somebody once told me

The marchin' band's gonna roll me

I wanna be drum major someday

Only been here a week

Yet they call me a band geek

I take it as a compliment anyway

Well, the drills keep commin' and they don't stop commin'

Kamikaze drums have kept me runnin'

Lyres, duct tape, and cork grease

Will woodwinds and brass ever make peace

So much to do, what can we say

Marchin' band takes up your whole day

You'll never know when we're gonna go

We're proud, and we've got somethin' to show

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CHORUS:

Hey now, you're a woodwind

Brass sucks

They're loud

Hey now, stupid football

Get the heck off

Our field

Carryin' our heads up in pride

Gotta master that 22 ½ inch stride

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Band camp's a hot place

And it's gonna get hotter

Never get to have

A simple glass of water

But our director begs to differ

"WHAT THE HECK, THAT'S NOT THE PICTURE?!"

This grass we march

Is dead beneath our feet

Summer's comin' on

So we can just blame it on the heat

Our band's on fire, how bout yours?

That's the way I like it, cuz we'll never get bored

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CHORUS

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Somebody once asked

Will this phase ever pass?

You know, band ain't that cool anyway

I said WHAT?

"BAND TEN HUT"

Then I couldn't really say much more

Cuz at attention, my mind can't sway . . . .

Well, the drills keep commin' and they don't stop commin'

Kamikaze drums have kept me runnin'

Lyres, duct tape, and cork grease

Will woodwinds and brass ever make peace

So much to do, what can we say

Marchin' band takes up your whole day

You'll never know when we're gonna go

We're proud, and we've got somethin' to show