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Seventy Six Trombones
Robert Preston
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Please folks
May I have your attention please?
Attention please!
I can deal with the trouble, friends, with a wave of my hand
This very hand
Please observe me if you will
I'm professor Harold Hill
And I'm here to organize a River City boys' band
Brrrrrrrot
Oh think, my friends, how could any pool table ever hope to compete with a gold trombone?
Rah rah, rah da da dat da, rah, rah
Remember, my friends, what a handful of trumpet players did to the famous, fabled walls of Jericho
Old billiard parlor walls comะต-a tumbling down
Oh a band'll do it, my friends, oh yes, I said a boys' band, do ya hear mะต?
I said River City's gotta have a boys' band, and I mean she needs it today
While professor Harold Hill's on hand
River City's gonna have her boys' band
As sure as the Lord made little green apples
And that band's gonna be in uniform
Johnny, Willy, Teddy, Fred
And you'll see the glitter of crashing cymbols
And you'll hear the thunder of rolling drums and the shimmer of trumpets
Tum ta-da
And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill I once enjoyed
When Gillmore, Liberati, Pat Conway, The Great Creatore, W.C. Handy, and John Phillip Sousa
All came to town on the very same historic day
Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos
The cream of ev'ry famous band
Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering, all along the way
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons
Each bassoon having his big fat say
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering, louder than before
Clarinets of eve'ry size and trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score
Seventy six trombones led the big parade
When the order to march rang out loud and clear
Starting off with a big bang bong on a Chinese gong
By a big bang bonger at the rear
Seventy six trombones hit the counter point
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air
Then I modestly took my place as the one and only bass
And I oompahed up and down the square
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