Hello 911? Please help me.
I don’t know what to do!
My band is spinning out of control,
The room’s become a zoo.
There’s so much going on right now
I’m not sure where to start.
Jenny lit her reeds on fire
The tuba lit his fart.
The trombones are in the corner
Playing truth or dare.
Which I guess explains
Why John McBain
Is in his underwear.
There’s French Horns in the rafters.
Piccolos breaking stands.
Saxes kissing one another,
And baritones eating crayons.
The percussion are hosting a seance,
I’m scared for my life.
Oh God they have a dead goat over there
And a picture of my wife!
The trumpets are in the practice room,
But not to practice early.
They grabbed a freshman by the toes
And proceeded with a swirly.
I’ve lost control, I’m not in charge,
Come quick it can’t be far.
Please they’re banging down my office door
With the muffler of my car!

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