Marching Band
Parody of
Rodeo by Garth Brooks
Amalia Ryoko James
Their eyes are very anxious
The doors open to the field
It'd taken weeks of practice
Just to learn music and drill
They play the chorale backfield
And then they start the show
Well, this ain't no football, we speak of
It's that thing called marching band
Well, it's bands and blood
It's fields with mud
The roar of a BOA crowd
It's the Guard and the Drumline
The Pit and the Hornline
We'll make the Finals round
It's bibber pants
It's sequined vests
It's plumes and that shako
It's the shows in the rain
The joy and the pain
And they call the thing marching band
The majors try to hold them
When tempo starts to fall
And the majors' hands control them
The sound echoes off the wall
And the members' eyes are shining
When they perform a great show
You know the bandies want this feeling
When you're in the marching band
Well, it's bands and blood
It's fields with mud
The roar of a BOA crowd
It's the Guard and the Drumline
The Pit and the Hornline
We'll make the Finals round
It's bibber pants
It's sequined vests
It's plumes and that shako
It's the shows in the rain
The joy and the pain
And they call the thing marching band
It'll drive a bandie crazy
The instructors go insane
And they fundraise everything indeed
Just to pay to play the game
And a bad sock tan and a lot of friends
Is what you'll have to show
For all the months that you spent being with
That group they call marching band
Well, it's bands and blood
It's fields with mud
The roar of a BOA crowd
It's the Guard and the Drumline
The Pit and the Hornline
We'll make the Finals round
It's bibber pants
It's sequined vests
It's plumes and that shako
It's the shows in the rain
The joy and the pain
And they call the thing marching band
It's the bands and the blood
It's the fields with the mud
And they call the thing marching band