D A7 Seventy-six trombones led the big parade A7 D With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. D D7 G They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo- E7 A7 Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band. D A7 Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun A7 D With a hundred and ten cornets right behind D D7 There were more than a thousand reeds G E7 Springing up like weeds A7 D There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind. G D There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons D D7 G Thundering, thundering all along the way. G D Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons, A7 D7 Each bassoon having its big, fat say! G D There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery D D7 G Thundering, thundering louder than before G A7 Clarinets of ev'ry size and trumpeters who'd improvise D D7 G A full octave higher than the score!