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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gaby Alter
Performer
Tommy Newman
Performer
Mark Allen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaby Alter
Songwriter
Tommy Newman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Croiter
Producer
Gaby Alter
Producer
歌詞
Time to polish my tuba
Bring my flute back out of the case
We’ve gotta copy the drill parts
Divide up the horn parts
And paint all the hash marks in the proper place
I don’t know if I’m ready
Only minutes till the band arrives
There’s nothing to fear
We’re seniors this year
I think I’m starting to break out in hives!
The summer is gone and suddenly we begin
On the practice field
It’s a hundred degrees, easily
Now it’s time to fall into line with these—
Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
No one else understands
Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
Our horns were made in Japan!
We were born to play
And band camp starts today!
Ba ba ba ba ba ba (ba ba ba)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo!
Laura! Why don’t you go ahead and call the roll?
Oh, no! I mean— shouldn’t we let the captain do that?
Well, sure. Elliott, wanna do the honors?
Alright then. Laura Jane Kirk!
Here! You’re doing great!
Thanks! Molly Weiderman
Here
On your way to a funeral?
I’m in mourning for my life
Uh, Nicole Murray?
Go Beavers!
Girl, I love that Notre Dame ribbon!
Don’t touch it, it took me twelve tries to get it right this morning!
Alvin Freeman
Present!
Spitz!
Trumpets rule!
Kyle!
Elliott, it’s Gonith!
I am not calling you by your Dungeons & Dragons name. Next up, uh… oh. Bear with me now, Natalia Vo… Vo—Vo—
Vosevich
You’re the exchange student! From—
Braslovia. Am premium trumpet player in National Youth Orchestra
Is she serious?
As Lenin’s tomb
Okay, then. Color guard! Drum line? Alright, everyone. Basics block! Let’s go
Back to being a band geek
It’s a stigma you just can’t remove
It’s not a gift, but a curse
Like a leper, but worse
With a grim prognosis that’ll never improve
When you’re a band geek, the cheerleaders think
You’re just a little too intense for the crew
Still, you wait in the stands
With a flute in your hands
To play the fight song till your face turns blue!
They say “you’re super freaky weird” (Super freaky weird!)
But you take all your lumps on the chin (Take all your lumps on the chin)
Again and again and again and again
When you’re ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
Tripping over our feet!
Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
Not too proud to retreat!
‘Cause when you are under attack—
This is war zone?
And you wish you had tried out for track
Yeah, good luck!
No use fighting back
You’re a band geek!
I wish, just once
That we could play
To thunderous applause
I wish that I could disappear
I wish I had fewer flaws
I wanna get past first base
I wanna not get hit every day
I wish, for once
They saw more than a freak out on display
It’s like it’s written in our DNA!
Nine seasons of football
I’ve waited for this year
Senior all-star Jake
Then one little mistake
And bam!
It’s the end of your high school career
They said that I had promise
Maybe a scholarship that I could win
Okay, I admit
I lashed out a bit
Now I can never play football again
I can’t believe they’re throwing me in
With the marching band
Whatever, I just gotta pass!
I’m gonna hate every minute
I sit in the class with those—
Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
We’re highly disregarded
Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
Are you ready to get started?
(Band!) Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
I’m gonna get some respect!
Ba-a-a-a-and geeks!
Band geeks!
Is it too late to object?
Can we get it together?
Can we break from the status quo?
Forward march and away we go!
Another season
Another season (Another season)
Another season!
Suck it up and go!
Check and hit!
Written by: Gaby Alter, Tommy Newman
