Seventy Six Trombones sing and play along

Seventysix 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 ev'ry famous band.

Seventysix trombones caught the morning sun,

with a hundred and ten cornets right behind.

There were more than a thousand reeds springing up est like tu weeds,

there were cream of ev'ry famous band.

Seventyhorns of ev'ry shape and kind.

There were copper bottom timpani 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 ev'ry size and trumpeters who'd improvise a full octave higher than the score.

Seventysix trombones led the big parade when the order to march rang out loud and clear.

Starting off with a big bang bong on a Chinese gong,

by a big bang bonger at the rear.

Seventysix trombones hit the counterpoint while a hundred and ten cornets played the air.

Then I modestly took my place as the one and only bass,

and I oompahed, oompahed, oompahpahed, oompahed up and down the square.