This is an inordinate trill
But the page with them is filled
And I can't seem to find my breath.
I lack the courage to go on
It seems something new has dawned
These fingerings will be my death.

She's all alone again
Watch as she's once again sacked.
Some days my lungs are broken
The band is just a token.

She sees that we do them no good
Unlike a real pep band would
We don't bother to ask why.
I steal a breath and play again
And my frozen knuckles tense
And again I'm filled with fury.

She's all alone again
Watch as she's once again sacked.
Some days my lungs are broken
The band is just a token.
Now that we both have spoken-
The band is just a token.

(Repeat verses as needed.)