So, ya wanna be in our band, new kid?
Well, whoop-de-do!
I have been around with bands before
With band geeks just like you
Each and ev'ryone a disappointment
Pain for which there ain't no ointment
So much for excuses
Though a trumpet newbie
Asking me to teach him how to play
My answer is two words -
Newbie
Trumpet (interrupting; music grinds to a hault and a trumpet continues tio play and is hit
by a trombone to shut up, coughcoughMarshallandcoughcoughAlexiscoughcough)
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease? (he's
quite pathetic sounding here)
O.K.
You win...
trumpets...
Oy, newbies...
I'd gave up hope that a trumpet would
play along
A fellow who'd play in tune for once,
Not too sharp
The kind who's a first division
Won't screw up a solo
At least semi-pro twos
But no - I get fourth rating!
I've been to solo and ensambles before
Spend free days training percussion
But you need a director
A trumpet, but wiser
A good low brass trainer
And oohh!
There go my flutists!
I'm down to one last hope
And I hope it's you
Though, kid, you're not exactly
A dream come true
I've trained enough turkeys
Who never came through
You're my one last hope
So you'll have to do
Baritones have faced the oddsAnd ended up a mockery
Don't believe the stories
That you hear of all the crockery
To be a true trumpet, is a dying art
Like painting a masterpiece, it's a
work of heart
It takes more than sinew
Comes down to what's in you
You have to continue to grow
Now that's more like it!
I'm down to one last shot
And my last high note
Before the blasted saxophones
Hurt my ears
My dreams are on you, kidGo make 'em come true
Climb that uphil slope
Keep pushing that division
You're my one last hope
And, kid, it's up to you
A/N: For our newbie trumpeter, Susan.