Our drum major once wrote the marching band line in the original song on
the board in the band room, and I've like this song ever since. Plus I was
in a singing mood, so this is my American Pie parody. Whopee!
Not too long ago, I can still remember, how that music used to make me smile
And if we ever had the chance, we could make those judges dance,
And then we'd all be happy for awhile
But February made me feel bad as our director left and we were sad
Sad news in the band room, it seemed like it was the band's doom
I don't remember which was we dressed*
They day our Mr.LaMar left
But something deep inside was missed
The day that music left
So...
Win, win, Mr. Football Team kin,
Put the petal to the metal but the metal was tin
And good ole' guards were drinking' Pepsi and gin,
singing this'll be the night that we win,
This'll be the night that we win
Did you read the music sheets?
And to be in the band, you don't need cleats
If the new director tells you so
For the band believes in rock and roll
The music will save my mortal soul
No need to be able to dance real slow
Well we know the band is sure to win
We all were dancin' in the gym
We all kicked off our dinkles
The new director got some more wrinkles!
We were a bright eyed marching band
Tearing up the marching land
And our rival East got canned*
The day we made their music die
We started singing,
Chorus
Now for a season we've been with Mr. P and
We roll our feet, well, except foe Lee,
This is almost how it used to be
When the seniors played for the king and queen*
Wearing badges they borrowed from the dean
And in music that came from the band and me
While looking around was the king,
The seniors went and stole the queen!
The courtroom was adjurned,
The queen had to be returned
And while Mr. P told us we sounded like larks
We sat and practiced in the park
And changed into our uniforms in the dark
The day our music died
But not really
Chorus
And it's havoc in the guard room
A junior tried to spin a broom
Spinning hard and spinning fast
The others just could not get past
As the sophomores went "bling, bling"
While the drum major's arm was in a sling
The half-time air smelled of perfume
As our beloved band played a marching tune
The judges got up to dance, but they never got the chance
For the players tried to take the field
But we, the band, refused to yield
And I recall what was revealed
The day those players died
We started singing
Chorus
Here we are, all in one place
a generation with a music case
No need or want to start again
So Brad be nimble, Brad be quick,
Our drill guy tripped over a drumstick
Because drums could be the devil's friend
And as we go set up the stage
Our hands all clenched in fists of rage
No bandie born in hell
Could break the drum tech spell
And as we played loud into the night
To tell the players of our right
I saw a drum laughing with delight
The day our music died
But not really
Chorus
I met a clarinet who liked to rap
And asked her to please pass the cap*
she tossed it and then turned away
We marched down to the stadium where months before
The music was Mr. LaMar's score
But now it was Mr. P's song we played
And the students screamed and the parents cheered
and the bandies dreamed but not a word was spoken
the xylophones all were broken
And the bandies I admire best,
Jen, Nancy, and Deanna
laid down to rest
While the rest of us filled with eternal zest
The day the stadium lights died
We all were singing
chorus
repeat
*= I thought some things might not be that well understood, so I'm explaining the stars now. "Dressed", for those uninformed, is when you make sure you are in line with the rest of the band. You can dress center, right, or left. That's what I mean.
Our school is West. The other school is East. East and West have been rivals ever since East was built, though it's no competition. At champs, we came in first and they came in second to last.
King and Queen means the homecoming King and Queen.
Cap as in a flag cap. What screws onto the top of the pole and/or the bottom of the pole, over the fabric.
Not too long ago, I can still remember, how that music used to make me smile
And if we ever had the chance, we could make those judges dance,
And then we'd all be happy for awhile
But February made me feel bad as our director left and we were sad
Sad news in the band room, it seemed like it was the band's doom
I don't remember which was we dressed*
They day our Mr.LaMar left
But something deep inside was missed
The day that music left
So...
Win, win, Mr. Football Team kin,
Put the petal to the metal but the metal was tin
And good ole' guards were drinking' Pepsi and gin,
singing this'll be the night that we win,
This'll be the night that we win
Did you read the music sheets?
And to be in the band, you don't need cleats
If the new director tells you so
For the band believes in rock and roll
The music will save my mortal soul
No need to be able to dance real slow
Well we know the band is sure to win
We all were dancin' in the gym
We all kicked off our dinkles
The new director got some more wrinkles!
We were a bright eyed marching band
Tearing up the marching land
And our rival East got canned*
The day we made their music die
We started singing,
Chorus
Now for a season we've been with Mr. P and
We roll our feet, well, except foe Lee,
This is almost how it used to be
When the seniors played for the king and queen*
Wearing badges they borrowed from the dean
And in music that came from the band and me
While looking around was the king,
The seniors went and stole the queen!
The courtroom was adjurned,
The queen had to be returned
And while Mr. P told us we sounded like larks
We sat and practiced in the park
And changed into our uniforms in the dark
The day our music died
But not really
Chorus
And it's havoc in the guard room
A junior tried to spin a broom
Spinning hard and spinning fast
The others just could not get past
As the sophomores went "bling, bling"
While the drum major's arm was in a sling
The half-time air smelled of perfume
As our beloved band played a marching tune
The judges got up to dance, but they never got the chance
For the players tried to take the field
But we, the band, refused to yield
And I recall what was revealed
The day those players died
We started singing
Chorus
Here we are, all in one place
a generation with a music case
No need or want to start again
So Brad be nimble, Brad be quick,
Our drill guy tripped over a drumstick
Because drums could be the devil's friend
And as we go set up the stage
Our hands all clenched in fists of rage
No bandie born in hell
Could break the drum tech spell
And as we played loud into the night
To tell the players of our right
I saw a drum laughing with delight
The day our music died
But not really
Chorus
I met a clarinet who liked to rap
And asked her to please pass the cap*
she tossed it and then turned away
We marched down to the stadium where months before
The music was Mr. LaMar's score
But now it was Mr. P's song we played
And the students screamed and the parents cheered
and the bandies dreamed but not a word was spoken
the xylophones all were broken
And the bandies I admire best,
Jen, Nancy, and Deanna
laid down to rest
While the rest of us filled with eternal zest
The day the stadium lights died
We all were singing
chorus
repeat
*= I thought some things might not be that well understood, so I'm explaining the stars now. "Dressed", for those uninformed, is when you make sure you are in line with the rest of the band. You can dress center, right, or left. That's what I mean.
Our school is West. The other school is East. East and West have been rivals ever since East was built, though it's no competition. At champs, we came in first and they came in second to last.
King and Queen means the homecoming King and Queen.
Cap as in a flag cap. What screws onto the top of the pole and/or the bottom of the pole, over the fabric.