Well, what more can I say? When I was supposed to be paying attention in social studies, I wrote a parody of "Rockin the Suburbs" by Ben Folds. Hollis is our drum major, Elizabeth Varney hates me like a mofo because my brother "dented" her car. Read: he didn't, and she's a dirty liar. Daniel Kessler is a trumpet player who hasn't graduated yet, but I needed something that was sort of like Michael Jackson. Matt Russo is my brother, and I apparently look just like him and act like him. He graduated. Lisa Cook was one of his best friends, she graduated too. The 'Every wednsday we'll be raising cain' comes from the inexplicable reason that every wed. practice, our show kicks major ass, no matter what. Okay, I'm done blathering, R/R.
Let me tell ya what it's like,
Being in the bandroom day and night,
It's a bitch if you don't believe,
Just wait 'till Elizabeth yells at me,
B Flat.
I've been marchin in the pourin rain,
If it's not sleeting I can't complain,
Every Wednesday we'll be raising Cain,
Non-bandies think that we're insane.
I'm rockin the band room,
Just like Daniel Kessler did.
I'm rockin the band room,
Except that he was talented,
I'm rockin the band room,
I take the laps and repeat the set,
While Mrs. J listens to our tapes,
to see how many points we get.
When Hollis is pissed off get outta site,
Especially if you didn't get the last set right.
The guard member's uniforms are way too light,
They're gonna freeze at the game tonight.
Life in band is really great,
Living without it I would hate.
I'm rockin the band room,
Just like Matthew Russo did.
I'm rockin the band room,
Except that he was talented,
I'm rockin the band room,
I take the laps and repeat the set,
While Mrs. J listens to our tapes,
to see how many points we get.
In a haze these days,
I walk into the band room,
I can feel somethings not cool,
I can feel someone's plotting my
Inevitable doom,
Trying to put me in my tomb,
Cause my stupid brother Matthew,
Dented Elizabeth's really ugly car.
It wasn't my idea,
It wasn't my idea,
Never was my idea,
Just needed a ride,
To go home and practice my flute.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
It get's me real hyped up,
And it makes me wanna say,
It get's me real hyped up,
And it makes me wanna say,
It get's me real hyped up,
And it makes me wanna say,
"Treeeeeeeeeeeeee-fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidy!"
Just like Lisa Cook did.
I'm rockin the band room,
Except that she was talented,
I'm rockin the band room,
I take the laps and repeat the set,
While Mrs. J listens to our tapes,
to see how many points we get.
These days, yeah yeah, I'm rockin the band room,
Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin the band room, yeah yeeeeah.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ta da!
Let me tell ya what it's like,
Being in the bandroom day and night,
It's a bitch if you don't believe,
Just wait 'till Elizabeth yells at me,
B Flat.
I've been marchin in the pourin rain,
If it's not sleeting I can't complain,
Every Wednesday we'll be raising Cain,
Non-bandies think that we're insane.
I'm rockin the band room,
Just like Daniel Kessler did.
I'm rockin the band room,
Except that he was talented,
I'm rockin the band room,
I take the laps and repeat the set,
While Mrs. J listens to our tapes,
to see how many points we get.
When Hollis is pissed off get outta site,
Especially if you didn't get the last set right.
The guard member's uniforms are way too light,
They're gonna freeze at the game tonight.
Life in band is really great,
Living without it I would hate.
I'm rockin the band room,
Just like Matthew Russo did.
I'm rockin the band room,
Except that he was talented,
I'm rockin the band room,
I take the laps and repeat the set,
While Mrs. J listens to our tapes,
to see how many points we get.
In a haze these days,
I walk into the band room,
I can feel somethings not cool,
I can feel someone's plotting my
Inevitable doom,
Trying to put me in my tomb,
Cause my stupid brother Matthew,
Dented Elizabeth's really ugly car.
It wasn't my idea,
It wasn't my idea,
Never was my idea,
Just needed a ride,
To go home and practice my flute.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
Ya'll don't know what it's like,
Living with the band day and night.
It get's me real hyped up,
And it makes me wanna say,
It get's me real hyped up,
And it makes me wanna say,
It get's me real hyped up,
And it makes me wanna say,
"Treeeeeeeeeeeeee-fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidy!"
Just like Lisa Cook did.
I'm rockin the band room,
Except that she was talented,
I'm rockin the band room,
I take the laps and repeat the set,
While Mrs. J listens to our tapes,
to see how many points we get.
These days, yeah yeah, I'm rockin the band room,
Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin the band room, yeah yeeeeah.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ya better look out, cause we're taking the field.
Ta da!