One, two, three, four, five
everyone in TJ's van so come on let's ride to the
Sheetz up around the corner
The boys are always jokin' 'round but sometimes I really don't wanna
Be harrassed like I was last week
Some are really nice but talk is cheap
I see Ben-jamin', Natoli, Suter and Bleicher
And as the year goes on well you know they're gettin' weirder.
So what can I do I really beg you right now
In band, naked time is no longer allowed
We can't think of anything that rhymes with dump it
Let's hear it for those sassy trumpets!
A little bit of Bill Loth in my life
A little bit of Kalyan by my side
A little bit of Hiro's what I need
A little bit of Teej is what I see
A little bit of Singer in the sun
A little bit of Mike James all night long
A little bit of Bob Wray here I am
A little bit of Kerlin makes it the band.
High step up, high step down
Get your bell in the air and your feet on the ground.
Flank it to the left and flank it to the right
March with your shoulders to the front and your feet to the side.
Clap your hands once, clap your hands twice
If Mr. Kerlin looks happy then you're doing it right.
*Chorus*
I ... will .. always .. march in line with guys like these
After the game you'll always ... be singin' 'Misery'...
BAND GUYS No. 5!!!
