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Dance Marching Band

was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band

march of the wooden soldiers And you can, you can hear Jack say You know he saying, "Sweet Jane Ooh baby, sweet Jane Ah yes sweet Jane" Some people like to go out dancing

raised I used to play the drum in my younger days I just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum and

, the medicine, the farmers, the club, the growers and the citizens. The caters, the champ that amped um for the marching bands. You will wanna learn this dance

't wait Take me to the dance and hold me tight I want to see the bright lights tonight There's crazy people running all over town There's a silver band, just marching

affection I'd even let him come and see my paper clip collection Oh gee, I sure could use a friend to play with me In line he'd gladly stand To watch a marching band

before you're lies And the lights just march on by And the crowd they walk and sigh Yet time is slow Feel the world on my hands Trust incentives of a band

Velvet Underground Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand, Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest, and, me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh

McBride, was it slow and obscene? Did they beat the drums slowly, Did they play the fife lowly, Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band