Man In the Marching Band

Here’s the man in the marching band Fiddlin with sticks on his petty hands Marching, marching round the street In the middle of the glazing blazing heat. Here’s the man in the marching band Here’s the man. He’s in command With a little syncopation & intonation Here’s the man in the marching band Here’s the man in the marching band Here’s the man when he’s on demand Walking in the steps of a child’s handstand Dancing to the beat of a broken watchband Sticks and stones might break his drums No beat, no soul, no rhythm, no goal Maybe one day, he’ll break his bum Thanks to countless talented taps he stole Here’s the man in the Marching Band Confidence looking so high and grand Here’s the man in the marching band Next time he plays, the drums will be canned!