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?)
------
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
--
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
--
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
--
CHORUS
--
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
------
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
--
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
--
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
--
CHORUS
--
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
