There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering, all along the way
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons
Each bassoon having his big fat say
It ill behoves me to be pedantic, however as someone who also regularly sings this ditty, the correct words are actually
‘Seventy six trombones led the big parade‘.
Picky perhaps, but sympathetic also!
Magic Moments by Perry Como
We Used to Know by Jethro Tull
The Boat That I Row by Lulu
It’s Good News Week by Hedgehoppers Anonymous
These are all tunes that have barbed themselves permanently into my cerebellum and spout forth when least expected.
This is perhaps a subject we could discuss over a modest glass of porter next week when you are in dear old Glasgow town.
I will liaise with Big John, Big John, Big Jo-ohn (Big Bad John) Banks to see if he is of a similar inclination and to join us
“Tam, you know how, if you’re in the house on your tod, or
walking alone in the country, you will find yourself
bursting into song for no reason…
normally you are content with the choice made by your
subconscious MC: perhaps it’s “Hey Jude” or some other
iconic melody of the 20th century.
today I was carrying my breakfast tray back through to
the kitchen when from my gob burst forth:
“76 trombones in the one parade”