The Brass Band

IT makes me feel so fine and gay When drums are beat and bugles play; I think I’d like to be a king And rule the earth and everything.

The big bass-drum Goes dum, dum, dum, The horns play tweedle dee, And every toot and every beat Just catches hold of my two feet And makes them run away from me. And this is what I hear them say As down the street they march away: Te dum ratta dum, ratta dum, dum dee, Te dum, ratta dum, shout hurrah boys with me! Tweedle twee twee twee, tweedle anything you can, For I’m going to be a soldier when I get to be a man!