Craig Bierko - Seventy Six Trombones - 2000 Broadway Revival Cast Recording

The Music Man [2000 Broadway Revival Cast Recording]

Lyrics:

Seventy Six Trombones

May I have your attention, please? Attention, please.
I can deal with this trouble, friends,
with the wave of my hand, this very hand
Please observe me, if you will I'm Professor Harold Hill
And I'm here to organize a River City Boys Band

Oh, think, my friends, how can any pool table
ever hope to compete with a gold trombone
Raaa- raaa- ra-da-da-da-da-raaa-raa
Remember, my friends, what a handful of trumpet players
did to the famous, fabled walls of Jericho
Oh, billiard parlor walls come a-tumblin' down

Oh, a band'll do it, my friends,oh yes
I said a Boys Band, do you hear me?
I say River City's gotta have a Boys Band
and I mean she needs it today
Well, Professor Harold Hill's on hand
and River City's gonna have her Boys Band
Just as sure as the Lord made little green apples
and that band's gonna be in uniform

Johnny, Willy, Teddy, Fred
And you'll see the glitter of crashing cymbals
and you'll hear the thunder of rolling drums
and the shimmer of trumpets.
Ta-ta-ta!
And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill
I once enjoyed when Gilmore, Pat Conway,
The Great Creatore, W.C. Handy and John Philip Sousa
all came to town on the very same historic day!

Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos,
the cream of ev'ry famous band.

Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun,
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind.
There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds,
There were horns of every shape and kind.

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons,
Thundering, thundering, all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having his big fat say.

There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery,
Thundering, thundering, louder than before.
Clarinets of every size and trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score.

Townspeople
Seventy six trombones hit the counter point,
While a hundred and ten cornets played the air.
To the rhythm of "HARCH, HARCH, HARCH"
All the kids began to march
And they're marching still, right today!