76 Trombones (In the Style of Robert Preston) (Karaoke Version)

With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand

They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo

Sos 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 every shape and kind

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons

Thundering thundering all along the way

Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons

Each bassoon having it's big fat say

There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery

Thundering thundering louder than before

Clarinets of every size

And trumpeters who'd improvise

A full octave higher than the score