I remember concert and marching band in high school. This was written back then in honor of and with much gratitude for our high school band director, Jeff Evans. ( a Patient man )

"Shout at the Band"

You didn't play the allegretto,

your notes are all flat.

You say you can't play anymore!

You got the sixth grade blues,

your music you want to choose.

If you want to leave, there's the door.

You got your spit valve stuck,

you don't give a fuck.

And you think I don't give a damn!

So put your instruments down

and keep clownin' around.

If all fails I can:

[shout, shout, shout!

Shout at the band!] x2

In sectionals you suck,

and with any luck,

we might just go to state.

On the field you screw around

and make unmusical sounds.

And on my nerves you grate.

So you ungrateful wretch,

no awards you can fetch.

But to me you still bitch and moan!

And the damn booster parents

who can't understand

why I sigh, and groan and:

[shout, shout, shout!

Shout at the band!] x2