When the music starts and we stand proud and true
Please. Oh, Lord!
Let the judges like what we do.
May I stay in rhythm,
let me not lose my count,
for I dread they will point me out.
This I will know is not so bad,
but the looks from my instructor could kill my dad.
I ask not for myself, but for the whole.
Let us march in straight lines,
and not on our toes.
May my hands be true.
Even though they're black and blue.
It's the price we must pay,
for the tosses that get away.
Protect me. Oh, Lord! from you know who:
they couldn't catch a cold, you know this is true.
When the show is almost over.
and the fans are on their feet,
keep me smiling that same smile
even though I cannot breathe!
Amen
