Beethoven’s Wigfeaturing Richard Perlmutter

Forever We’re Marching
By Richard Perlmutter

When we hear the trumpets blow
The band is on the go
But where we go we never know so
Forever we’re marching, marching, marching
We’re marching with clarinets and drums
In halls and auditoriums
Forever we’re marching, marching, marching
On weekends we claim
Our moment of fame
We’re marching at every football game
Forever we’re marching, marching, marching
We’re marching with vigor and with vim
In beautiful parks and in the gym
Forever we’re marching, marching, marching
While everyone roars
We’re doing our chores
We’re marching at big department stores
While majorettes twirl batons up high
Forever we march
On Fourth of July
We never stop for the apple pie
Forever we march
We’re forever marching
The piccolo and tuba players don’t complain
They know the life in a marching band can’t be beat
But after all the marching that a band has got to do
We wish just once that we could rest
Our achin’ feet (my achin’ feet)
He needs a seat (I need a seat)
To rest his feet (to rest my feet)
Give him a seat to rest his feet (my achin’ feet, Oh!)
But it’s our duty as musicians to march on
No one’s to blame goodness knows it’s no one’s fault
But every now and then we really wish that our drum major
Would stop marching and give us the order halt