Lyrics:
Marching In"
Here come brother Higginbotham down the aisle with his trombone, blow it, boy
Oh, when the Saints (when the saints)
Go marching in
let the good times roll, baby
Slide me a bass trombone
Walk me down old Funky Street
Lord knows I feel good enough to eat (now)
Hold my soul. Now,
been so long since I had a good time
It's been so long since I had a good time
Never wrecked my head on a bandstand
in the trombone or clarinet
the North Wind
Brought forth wind that made critics rave,
While Verdi turned round in his grave!
Couldn't hear the flute
Or the big trombone
Ev'ry one
baby, slide me a bass trombone
Walk me down old Funky Street
Lord knows I feel good enough to eat now
Hold my soul. Now, I'm sure enough fond of my rock
it, doin' it
Ain't that music touching your heart
Hear that trombone bustin' apart?
Come, come, come, come let us start
Everybody's doin' it now
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole
forth wind that made critics rave
While Verdi turned 'round in his grave
Couldn't hear the flute
Or the big trombone
Every one was mute, Johnny stood
swing swing,
Listen to the trumpets swing!
Blow blow blow blow,
Listen to the trombones go!
When the music goes around,
Everybody goes to town,
swing swing swing, listen to the trumpet swing
Blow blow blow blow, listen to the trombones go
When the music goes around,
Everybody's goes go
what'd Santa Claus leave in
your stockin'?
(Jack) Let me see, there's an orange, a jar o' ???? and
Man, look at this slide trombone
(Johnny) Yeah, but
blues
They've got a trumpet man leading the band
And folks, he sure blow some horn
And when the clarinet seconds to the trombones croon
It moans
to the Trombones croon.
It moans just like a sinner on Revival Day, on Revival Day.
Oh that melody sure appealed to me.
Just like a mountain stream rippling
to the Jailhouse Rock
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
cryin' leonardo
Words from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls
In the eagle-winged palace of the queen chinee
China
Marching In"
Here come brother Higginbotham down the aisle with his trombone, blow it, boy
Oh, when the Saints (when the saints)
Go marching in
trombone
I rang a silent bell
Beneath a shower of pearls
In the eagle wing palace
Of the Queen Chinee
tone and that third trombone has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please, preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
trombone
Everyone was mute
Johnny stood alone
Cats and dogs stopped yapping
Lions in the zoo
Were all jealous of Johnny's big thrill
Thunderclaps
this stone-cold floor
Crazy
Stone-cold crazy, you know
Rainy afternoon
I gotta blow a typhoon
And I'm playing on my slide trombone
Anymore,
trombone
Everyone was mute
Johnny stood alone
Cats and dogs stopped yapping
Lions in the zoo
Were all jealous of Johnny's big thrill
Thunderclaps
to the trombones go
When the music goes around
Everybody's goes go to town
But here is one something you should know, oh oh baby oh oh oh
Sing sing sing sing,
to the trombones go
When the music goes around
Everybody's goes go to town
But here is one something you should know, oh oh baby oh oh oh
Sing sing sing sing,
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