Marching to the beat of my Drum

 

I used to be in a marching band

I used to play the kazoo

yep that awful, awful gold thing

that no one knew what to do

I used to wear a uniform

with frilly knickers underneath

I used to wear a big white hat

with a chain that hit my teeth

Green and white or Red and blue

The uniform depended on what you do

I had gold epaulets and a sash with medals on

My mum and dad were very proud and used to cheer me on

I had a feather in my hat

knee high socks that just wernt cool

This was the secret that I kept

From my friends in school

The thing is that I was good at it

I won lots of trophies and awards

My unform now is all fornlorn

in my mothers drawers

Twice a week we used to practice

in the old pier hall

until the floor became rotton

And the boards began to fall

We walked for miles and miles

not always in weaqther all that fine

I was promoted to Band Major

I swang my mace and ensured that we all kept time

I used to be in a bank you know

It wasn't cool, it wasn't hip

I used to be in a band you know

I aren't any more, so tootle pip