Seventy-Six Trombones (Meredith Willson)

Think man. Think –
That’s my Barney. That tuba is my Barney
Wonderful, Barney
Oh, the clarinet
Play to me, son. Play to me
Davy. That’s my Davy

Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred & ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos
The cream of every famous band

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

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

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