The Drum Major Songtext
von Peter Dawson

Left, right, here we come
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, pum-pum-pum
People cry as the band comes by
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra, pum-pum
All the pretty girls look out
When they hear that we′re about
For of course, you understand
How they dote upon the band
Especially the great drum major

With my baton in my hand
Don't you think we all look grand?
So you now can understand
Why the darlings love the band
Especially the great drum major
So you now can understand
Why the darlings love the band
Especially, especially
Especially the great drum major


Off to war we go (hoo-rah!)
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra
People say as we march away
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra
But when shots begin to fly
Why should we lie down and die?
When of course, you understand
It′s not expected of the band
Especially the great drum major

So we just begin to play
Then we gently march away
For we must not risk our lives
We have sweethearts, we have wives
Especially the great drum major
For we must not risk our lives
We have sweethearts, we have wives
Especially, especially
Especially the great drum major

When it's over, home we come
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, pum-pum-pum
What a fuss they make of us
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra, pum-pum
How they ask us out to dine
How we put away the wine
Well, of course, you understand
That's expected of the band
Especially the great drum major


So if pogies cry "disarm"
Have no fear, you′ll come to harm
There′s no danger for the band
If they only leave the band
Especially, especially
Especially the bold drum major

With my baton in my hand
Don't you think we all look grand?
So you now can understand
Why the darlings love the band
Especially the great drum major
So you now can understand
Why the darlings love the band
Especially, especially
Especially the bold drum major