Goodbye, this is the last show,
There's no use screaming,
Who thought we'd ever get this far?

Tonight, your faith has come down,
To trumpets and the drum line.
Flutes can't play those triple bars
And clarinets are sneezing.
I know you must be upset
I can't find the meaning.
I'm sorry, we're all sorry
We're all scared, all scared.

Hey? Is this our last show?
Have we really come this far to mess it up
And lose the first place trophy?

Goodnight, the truth has come out.
Everyone is ready.
Long tones, a chance to be the best,
Be all that you envy.
The trumpet behind you
Started playing,
We started, we started,
I'm scared, I'm scared.

Hey? Is this our last show?
Did we make it into finals?
Or do we go home now and face defeat…