Seventy-Six Trombones

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos
The cream of every famous band
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds
There were horns of every shape and kind

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering thundering all along the way
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons
Each bassoon having his big fat say

There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering thundering louder than before
Clarinets of every size and trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos
The cream of every famous band

Seventy-six trombones hit the counter point
While a hundred and ten cornets blazed the way
To the rhythm of march march march
All the kids began to march
And they're marching still right today
Today
Right today"