Miss it when it's gone
Military fashion is how we enter our domain
The field is wet from the newly fallen rain
Everyone is still, and the flags are set
We have worked our hardest there are no regrets
The hot sweaty days out on the asphalt
So much 'march' and 'band halt'
Eight to five drilled into our mind
We are the best there is to find
The music starts and the flags do fly
Going upward towards the sky
It's a splendid sight to behold
The marching band out in the cold
The song has changed to a faster pace
A look of pride on every face
I'll miss it all when it's gone
But the memories will live on and on