At the States 2017 Contest

There’s  no sandflies

On a warm and sunny bayside morn

Drum Major’s little baby child is born

He’s a no show

And the band guys sigh

Cause if there’s one thing that they don’t need

It’s another pumped up suit to lead

In the street march

Players got to understand

He’s not here to lead the band

Cos he’s got to be a new dad again today

Take a look up front and see

Where he is meant to be

Greg’s up there with the stick so we must be on our way

Now the ranks form

With our eyes to the centre and so the lines close

Eyes to the right and our shoe shine glows

In the street march

And the whistle blows

So we start up on the street alright

And we’ve got to play and get the transition tight

On the halt line

Then on stage with preparation

And Richard is away

We sang the hymn

Claimed the Test

Stamped the March

You can guess the rest

And BB Two fly

As a crowd gathers round a happy young band

A Grade third on stage to the best in the land

Won the Street March

And as the young band smile

Better than with Josh and too with Jon

They’ve won an outing, it’s been such a while

In the contest

Must be the blue ties

Apologies to Mac Davis and the Estate of Elvis Presley