Late.
Noodling.
Eyyy.
Firebird.
Tempo.
Gagnon:
And now
The Minute Marching Band
Of the Needham High School
In their rendition of
The Band Block Tango
Socks.
Late.
Noodling.
Eyyy.
Firebird.
Tempo.
Socks.
Late.
Noodling.
Eyyy.
Firebird.
Tempo�
We had it comin
We had it comin
We only had ourselves to blame
If you had been there
If you had seen it
I betcha you would have left the game.
Socks.
Late.
Noodling.
Eyyy.
Firebird.
Tempo.
You know how people
have these little habits
That get you down. Like Mark.
Mark liked to wear light socks.
No, not light socks. WHITE socks.
Well, I came to band this one day
And I am really irritated, and
looking for a little sympathy
and there�s Mark sittin'
on his chair, putting on his shoes over
light socks. No, not light socks.
White socks. So, I said to him,
I said, "Mark, you get some black
socks from someone right now..."
but he didn�t.
So I took the tuba off the floor
and emptied the spit valve...
...onto his head.
He had it comin
He had it comin
He only had himself to blame
If you had been there
If you had seen it
You would�ve lent him socks for the game.
I met Tommy Ruth from
Room 902 about two years ago
and he told me he played soccer
and we bought it right away.
So, we didn�t glare at him.
He'd go to soccer, he'd come to band, I'd
give him Gagnon�s McDonalds and he�d have it for dinner.
And then I found out,
"Soccer" he told me?
Soccer, my ass. Not only
did he not play soccer
...oh, no, he ran cross country.
And he was even late from that, you know. So that
night, when he came to band, Gagnon handed him his McDonald�s as usual.
You know, some guys just don�t realize what�s on those burgers �til they look
at their reeds afterwards.
He had it comin
He had it comin
He really tried to be on time
But on the first right
He got the red light
It was five minutes, but not a crime
Now, I'm sitting in the stands
getting my music ready for the quarter
minding my own business,
and up pops a trumpet in my ear,
Playing a loud jazz piece.
"You been playin� over the cheerleaders,"
Gagnon says. He was crazy
and he kept screamin',
"you been noodling over the cheerleaders."
And then he got hit by a trombone slide.
He got hit by a trombone slide ten times!
And though you weren�t there
And didn�t see it
I bet you can guess the trumpet�s name.
Mork! Marktimeharch� Aargh!
NegativetwodollarsEEP!
Tsttsttsttsttsttst� HUT!
Nosexonthebus� detail� left, left�
HowareyourWITHPRIDE!
�andhetellsdirtyjokes�
BOX! Rookies� chinchillafarmsofmontana
Incest� fustigation�ButyouCAN�TSTAYHERE!
DIRK! Weyhey,yourollingriver�
DetailFALLOUT! EEEYYYYYYY!!!!!!
But were you out of tune?
Not� guilty�.
The band, colorguard and
I did this three song act
and this rookie saxophone, Joey,
used to march the drill with us.
Now, for the last number in
our act, we did these 20 sets�
One two three four five� arcs, lines, v�s, circles, squares,
one right after the other.
Well, this one night we were on the field,
the lot of us, standin' at attention
in a Firebird set, starin� and
trying' to dress (the form) and
we thought we were at the arc.
So Gagnon went to look at the drill sheets.
He came back, held up the sheet, and there�s
Joey doing measure fifty six-
the wedding march.
Well, he was in such a state of shock,
he completely blanked out. He couldn't remember a thing.
It wasn't until later,
when he was being stampeded by a herd of flute rookies,
That he even knew he had the drill wrong.
We had it comin (in canon, 2x)
We had it comin
We had it comin all along
Though we watched Gagnon
And marked our music
Somehow we still got the damn set wrong
I got a kick out of the low brass section
More than I can possibly say.
They were real... interesting� guys�
enthusiastic... crowd pleasers.
But they were troubled.
They were always trying
to find the tempo.
They�d go out every game
looking for Elissa�s beat
and on the way
they found Genova�s,
Scott�s,
Snellings�, and Mark�s.
I guess you can say they screwed
up because of artistic differences.
They saw themselves as in tempo
and we saw them as ritardando.
Follow the drums, drums, drums, drums, drums
Follow the drums, drums, drums, drums, drums
We had it comin (canon)
We had it comin
We had it comin all along
Though we watched Gagnon
And watched Elissa
Somehow we still got the tempo wrong
We had it comin (canon)
We had it comin
We only had ourselves to blame
If you had been there
If you had seen it
I betcha you would have left the game.
You get some black
socks from someone right now...
Soccer, my ass.
Hit by a trombone slide ten times!
HowareyourWITHPRIDE!
Measure fifty six-
the wedding march.
Artistic differences.
Socks.
Late.
Noodling.
Eyyy.
Firebird.
Tempo.
CRASH