Band Junky's Creed

I hearby declare
And solemly swear
That I will not miss
Another night of practice

BlackWatch will be fun
Marching in the sun
With my friends until the end
Nothing will go undone

The weekend before
July number four
The weekend of and after
All will be a trocious mess
Of Parades, concerts and laughter

And who would deny
these kids of their fun
No one in the right
No one, notta one

So, march I may
Marh I might
Through Band Camp and sweat
I march through the night

And we all remember
How that saying will go
All good things have an end
And an end we'd rather not know

So I bid you fairwell
Adieu my good friends
The season is done
Until next summer has begun