Come Follow the Band

B is for big, brass band.

Come follow me, come follow me;
Put one foot in front of the other foot and follow me

Come follow the band (Come follow the band)
Wherever it's at (Wherever it's at)
Let both of your feet beat time to the drum
And feel your heart go rat-a-tat-tat;
A flag in your hand (A flag in your hand)
A plume in your hat (And a plume in your hat)
Battalions of brass pass and catch the light
Is there a sight that's sweeter than that?

See the pretty lady toss that baton high;
Ain't she cute as a daisy?
Watch the fella with the big bass drum go by;
Ain't you glad that you stayed?
Hear the tuba play that oom-pah-pah;
Oh my, ain't it drivin' you crazy?
Don't you be so darn lazy
You better hurry and join that big parade

Up out of your seat (Up, up out of your seat)
Down off of the stand (Right down off of the stand)
Out into the crowd, loud with hip hooray
Come follow the band

Up out of your seat (Up out of your seat)
Down off of the stand (Down off of the stand)
Out into the crowd, loud with hip hooray
A sound that you'll remember all your days
And when you see that leader proudly raise his hand
Come follow the band

Come follow the band



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Stewart, Cy Coleman
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