Here's the story of a lovely lady,
Who was ruling the guard on her own.
All of them had flags and riffles, like their teacher,
The youngest oldest one stole the show.
Here's the store, of a drum instructor,
Who was king of the drumline all alone.
They were happy running drill by themselves,
Yet they were all alone.
Till the one day when the guard met the drums
And they knew it was much more than a hunch,
That this group would somehow mix with the horns.
That's the way we all became the Band Bunch.
The Band Bunch,
That's the way we all became the Band Bunch.
The Band Bunch.