There's a marching band coming around the corner

Hear the drums beating

The rippling silk of the flags

The brass horns that shimmer

See the trombone player

Eyeing that one saxophone player

And she looks back with disgust

And he looks forlorn for a moment

See the boy with the baritone

Looking anxious

And the girl with her flute

Looking panicked

Because they didn't use protection

That one day at band camp...

See that one colorguard girl

Eyeing another one

And growing increasingly sexually confused

There's a marching band coming around the corner

And don't they look so perfect?