THE DRUMMER'S PROGRESS
Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 3:13 pm
THE DRUMMER'S PROGRESS
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major,dear sir,
I've practised the sticks and I've studied the beat
and got me a kilt and a sporran all neat.
I have a cool plan, it is thrillingly grand;
to play on the side drum and join in the band.
Dit derr, dit dit derr, dit dit derr de derr derr.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, dear sir,
the skirl of the pipes is a heady delight
and flash of the tartans a glamorous sight.
Let's have your approval, just give the command !
to play my side drum in the Scottish pipe band.
Dit derr, dit dit derr. dit dit derr de derr derr.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, old chum,
I'm having some trouble, please do understand,
I wanted to play the side drum in the band.
This featureless tub that you've given to me
won't make me the player that I hope to be.
Da dum pum, dum dum pum, dum dum pumpadum.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, dear sir,
a tenor drum's awkward and heavy to hold,
it flusters my kilt and so lets in the cold.
The hair on my sporran gets tangled all wrong,
believe me ! the side drum is where I belong.
Dit derr, dit dit derr, dit dit derr de derr derr.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, old chum,
this tenor drum thing is a wretched assemblage,
like hitting a tin with a sock full of porridge.
My fingers are aching, I'm bruised - you know why ?
while twirling the sticks I got hit in the eye!
Da dum, whirl whirl, dum, whirl whirl, dumpumpadum.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, dear sir ,
I'm sorry to tell you, I'm filled with dismay;
the whirr of the side drum I wanted to play.
So stick that old tenor drum right up your dirk,
I'm now in a rock band - that's real drummer's work !
Dee doof doof dat, dee doof doof dat, dee doof doof dat, dee derrrr.
Neville
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major,dear sir,
I've practised the sticks and I've studied the beat
and got me a kilt and a sporran all neat.
I have a cool plan, it is thrillingly grand;
to play on the side drum and join in the band.
Dit derr, dit dit derr, dit dit derr de derr derr.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, dear sir,
the skirl of the pipes is a heady delight
and flash of the tartans a glamorous sight.
Let's have your approval, just give the command !
to play my side drum in the Scottish pipe band.
Dit derr, dit dit derr. dit dit derr de derr derr.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, old chum,
I'm having some trouble, please do understand,
I wanted to play the side drum in the band.
This featureless tub that you've given to me
won't make me the player that I hope to be.
Da dum pum, dum dum pum, dum dum pumpadum.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, dear sir,
a tenor drum's awkward and heavy to hold,
it flusters my kilt and so lets in the cold.
The hair on my sporran gets tangled all wrong,
believe me ! the side drum is where I belong.
Dit derr, dit dit derr, dit dit derr de derr derr.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, old chum,
this tenor drum thing is a wretched assemblage,
like hitting a tin with a sock full of porridge.
My fingers are aching, I'm bruised - you know why ?
while twirling the sticks I got hit in the eye!
Da dum, whirl whirl, dum, whirl whirl, dumpumpadum.
O Major, Drum Major, Drum Major, dear sir ,
I'm sorry to tell you, I'm filled with dismay;
the whirr of the side drum I wanted to play.
So stick that old tenor drum right up your dirk,
I'm now in a rock band - that's real drummer's work !
Dee doof doof dat, dee doof doof dat, dee doof doof dat, dee derrrr.
Neville