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SongtexteYou Got Trouble (Reprise) - Seventy-Six Trombones

May I have

Your attention

Please

Attention please!

I can deal with

Th is 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

The River City's

Boys Band

Oh think

My friends

How could any pool

Table could ever

Hope

To compete with a

Gold Trombone

Rah rah rah

Rah rah tah tah

Rah rah

Remember my friends

What a handful of

Trumpet players

Did to the famous

Fable walls of Jericho

... Walls come

Tumblin 'down

Oh, a band'll

Do it

My friends

Oh yes

I mean a

Boy's band

Do ya hear me?

I say

River City's

Gotta have a

Boy's band

And I mean

She needs it

Today

Well Professor

Harold Hill 's

On hand

And

River City's

Gonna have her

Boy's band

As sure as the

Lord made

Little greeen

Apples

And that Band's

Gonna be in

Uniform

Johnny

Willie

Teddie and

Fred

And you'll see

The glitter of

Crashing symbols

And you 'll hear

The thunder of

Rolling drums

The shimmer of

Trumpets

Da da da!

And you'll feel

Something akin to

The electric thrill

I once enjoyed

When Gillmore

Liberati

Pat Conway

The Great Creatori

W. C. Handy

And

John Ph illip 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 springin' up

Like weeds

There were horns

Of ev'ry

Shape and kind

There were copper

Bottom tympanies

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

Ev'ry size and

Trumpets

Who would

Improvise a full

Octave higher

Than the score!

Seventy-six

Trombones hit the

Counterpoint

While a hundred

And ten cornets

Blazed away

To the rhythm of

Harch! Harch!

Harch!

All the kids began

To march and

They're marching

Still right today!