T.ogether W.ith P.ride

Right before we leave
Hands together and we pray
One. Two. Three. Trumpets.

Black shoes and blue pants
Harmoniously in step
The perfect drumbeat

Breathe in and breathe out
You have that solo perfect
All eyes are on you

Watch the horn angle
Don’t hit the kid behind you
We don’t want mistakes

Remember to count
Don’t forget the visuals
Stand up tall with pride

We’re basically done
Twenty four counts; sixteenth notes
A huge wall of sound

Walk off that field proud
Of what you showed those people
That first place is ours