Ya Got Trouble / Seventy-Six Trombones

Lyrics

Folks, listen!
 May I have your attention please?
 Attention please!
 I can deal with the trouble, friends, with a 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's boys' band
 Oh think, my friends, how could any pool table ever hope to compete with a gold trombone?
 Rah rah, rah da da dat da, rah, rah
 Remember, my friends, what a handful of trumpet players
 Did to the famous, fabled walls of Jericho
 Old billiard parlor walls come-a tumbling down!
 Well, a band'll do it, my friends
 Oh yes, I said a boys' band, do ya hear me?
 I said River City's gotta have a boys' band, and I mean she needs it today!
 While Professor Harold Hill's on hand
 River City's gonna have her boys' band
 And 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, tum ta da!
 And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill I once enjoyed
 When Gilmore, Pat Conway, the great Creator
 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 ev'ry shape and kind
 There were copper bottom tympani and 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 ev'ry size, and trumpeters who'd improvise
 A full octave higher than the score
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 Seventy-six trombones hit the counterpoint
 While a hundred and ten cornets blazed the way
 To the rhythm of "Harch! Harch! Harch!"
 All the kids began to march
 And they're marching still right today!
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:50
Key
3
Tempo
132 BPM

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