文本歌词

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