Seventy Six Trombones

Oh what a day! Oh what a day! Oh what a grand and glorious day! Wonderful day! Wonderful day when the band began to play! In the square In the square, a remarkable affair! I was there, I was there! I was there, yes I was there! I was marching to the tympani and the snares And the people from all around Gather to hear the horns resounding in the air In the air, over the square Over the square, the mighty blare Blare high in the air I was there. 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 virtuo- Sos, 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 its big, fat say! There were fifty mounted cannons in the battery Thundering, Thundering louder than before And Clarinets of every size And trumpeters who'd improvise A full octave higher than the score! Seventy six trombones led the start 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. Then, Seventy-six trombones caught the light of the morning sun While a hundred and ten cornets came shimmering right behind Then, low and behold a thousand reeds Suddenly sprang up like weeds. Various 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 its big, fat say! The fifty mounted cannons in the battery Thunder now, over the crowd louder than before And Clarinets of every size And trumpeters who'd improvise A full octave higher than the score! A full octave higher than the score! Seventy six trombones in the big parade 110 Cornets marching at hand, close at hand. Followed by rows and rows and rows of the finest virtuosos The cream of the cream of every famous band. Seventy-six trombones hit the counter point A hundred and ten cornets played the air. Then I modestly took my place as the one and only bass, And I oompahed up and down the square. I modestly took my place. I was the one and only bass. And I oompahed, oompahed, oompahed-pahed I oompahed, oompahed, oompahed-pahed Up and down the square What an affair! I was marching to the tympani and the snare! People from all around Gather to hear the horns resound As the sound soared up and over the square! I was there, I was there I was there, I was there I was there, there in the square There in the square!