Step in time

Keep up my pace

Must hit my spot

Must march in place

 

Left foot comes up

Right goes down

Horn angle is straight

Parallel to the ground

 

Must face the front

But march to the side

I play out loud

I play with pride

 

I gasp for air

I roll my feet

I shift directions

I step in beat

 

My foot taps the fifty

Then moves back again

Up on my toes

My knees never bend

 

I glance to the left

I glance to the right

I play with gusto

I play with might

 

I freeze in my place

It's finally done

The show is over

The battle is won

 

I allow a slight smile

As they cheer from the stands

For there is great pleasure

In marching band