Two chocolate donuts and a glass of orange juice
Leaves and awful taste in my mouth
Shoulder hurts, my shoes are damp
From morning dew and sweatin' it out
Got a sousaphone on my back
It tastes like brass and it tastes like smoke this
Fire hall gives me the creeps
When I hear that trumpeter choke
Said that B flat for Taps was fine and
All the veterans lined up and
Watched him crack at the top line, I
Guess his chops just weren't enough
To think their friends had all but died, their
Memories maintained through them
Just to watch his Hubris fail
On a perfect day in August in the Graveyard
Band Director cracked a smirk and the
Saxophones all chuckled too
He had learned a lesson well
That only failure can teach you
Later we'll go home and get drunk
For maybe the third time ever
In my backyard on Red Cat that
Someone's Mom brought over and forgot about