Music Man - Seventy-Six Trombones Lyrics
Harold:Seventy-six trombones led the big paradeWith a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sunWith a hundred and ten cornets right behindThere were more than a thousand reedsSpringing up like weedsThere were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoonsThundering, thundering all along the way.Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!There were fifty mounted cannon in the batteryThundering, thundering louder than beforeClarinets of ev'ry sizeAnd trumpeters who'd improviseA full octave higher than the score!