paroles de chanson Strike up the Band - Red Nichols and His Five Pennies

Let the drums roll out. Let the trumpet call.
While the people shout, Strike up the band.
Hear the cymbals ring. Calling one and all.
To the martial swing, Strike up the band.

There is work to be done, to be done.
There's a war to be won, to be won.
Come you son of son of a gun. Take your stand.
Fall in line, yea bo. Come along, let's go.
Hey, leader. Strike up the band.