“Our Drum Major’s Command”

“How are your feet?”
Come on guys, ‘At-ten hut!’
We’ve come so far,
Been through so much,
So what are we?
The Marching Band!
“Together!”

“How are your stomachs?”
Everyone about face!
Drill downs in the morning,
Together we’ve done it all.
We know what we want,
So let’s show them what we got.
“In!”

“How are your chests?”
Mark time, mark!
Everyone in rhythmic work,
Preparing for the show,
Time to go, fall in line,
Gang just breathe in deep.
“Out!”

“How are your shoulders?”
Band forward march!
Time to show are colors,
For together we’re marching strong,
Now it’s our turn to shine,
So let the pride in you glow.
“Back!”

“How are your chins?”
Back march now!
They can see our colors,
Now let our voices carry,
Our voice is the strength of our song,
Let them hear who we are.
“Up!”

“How are your eyes?”
Band halt!
The end of the year gang,
Time now for our final march.
Drum Major give your command,
Time now for our last stand.
“With Pride!”

“How are your eyes?”
To the ready guys.
The seasons over, we did our best.
Brass, you guys shine like stars,
Flutes, Clarinets, the wind doesn’t even compare,
Drummers, Guard nothing can hold you down,
Drum Major, the sun and moon salute you.
“With Pride!”

“How are your eyes?”
Shh…Parade rest.
Anyone up for round two?
“With Pride!”