By David Roth
© 21st March, 2005
Twenty thousand people,
Crammed into the stands,
Suffering through the playbook,
Til time’s at last at hand.
Here in our small city,
Football’s just a name
Everyone here knows it
Halftime is ‘THE GAME’
The two teams rumble off the field
The crowd soon settles down
They’re waiting for Drumline
And the best gig in this town.
With eager apprehension,
They settle down at last,
And listen for the signal,
The bold, piercing whistle blast,
Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet!
Boom, chaka, chaka, chaka,
Boom, crash, boom, crash,
Boom, chaka, chaka, chaka, boom!
Brrr rat-tat
Brrr rat-tat
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-rat!
Dah, ta, taaaaaaaaaa,
Boom, Boom, chaka, chaka, chaka,
Boom, crash, boom,
Dat, ta, taaaaaaaaaa,
Boom, chaka, chaka, chaka, boom,
Dat tat taaaaaaaaaa!
Taaaaaaaaaa taa taa Taaaaaaaaaa!
Turning, twisting, running, marching,
Flashing, blowing, bowing dancing,
Every practiced note in sequence,
With staccato emphasis
Twelve full minutes filled with magic,
Horns and reeds and flags and drums,
Til at last the moment passes,
This is why we all have come.
When the show is over and
The players take the turf,
Every soul from here to heaven,
Knows this game’s the best on earth!
