文字起こし (en)

Well, Professor Harold Hill's on hand. River City's gonna have her boys band. As sure as the Lord made Little Green Apples, and that band's gonna be in uniform. Johnny, Willie, Teddy, Fred. And you see the glitter of crashing cymbals. And you hear the thunder of rolling drums and the shimmer of trumpets. Ta-ta-da! And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill I once enjoyed. When Gilmore, Pat Conway, the great creator, W.C. Handy, and John Philip Sousa, All came to town on the very same historic day 76 trombones led the big parade With 110 cornets close at hand They were followed by rows and rows Of the finest virtuosos The dream of every famous man