paroles de chanson Drum Roll Please - Albert Bouchard , John W. Nassivera

A black mustache and Mutton chops
A drummer, a smash, a rhythm bomb drops
Across a crash and two hanging toms
Tom crossed his fingers without any qualms

Drum roll, drum roll, drum roll please

Mr. B yelled into the mic, than was a blast
And now for the bike that best honors the past
A judge wearing a flowing chiffon gown
Blew her daughter a kiss while looking down

Drum roll, drum roll, drum roll please

And now the bike that celebrates the present
Ears perked up and the park became silent
The Schwinn Roaster boomed from the speakers
Sally raced right our of her sneakers

Drum roll, drum roll, drum roll please

A third contestant represents the future
We have a tie, three bikes that are super
Mr. B looked to the judges to see who had scored
The boys rushed the stage in search of reward

Drum roll, drum roll, drum roll please

Where did you get the design for that crazy sprocket
Tom pulled a crumpled paper out from his pocket
The suspense of who will win grew bigger and bigger
Remember there can only be on winner

Drum roll, drum roll, drum roll please

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