Lyrics:
Fiddle Marching Band

a minute and I'll get this fiddle back in tune." The devil grabbed the golden fiddle out of Johnny's hand and said, "Boy I'm the fiddle player underground

hallway And your footsteps sounded like a marching band And I haven't slept in so long I can't remember So won't you be a little quieter if you can [ fiddle

choir Christmas band, Christmas band You're waiting for me with your Christmas band Cymbal and drum, rattle and hum March out your Christmas band [

Christmas choir Christmas band, Christmas band You're waiting for me with your Christmas band Cymbal and drum, rattle and hum March out your Christmas band

and he?s a bad mechanic And he?s always sad and manic depressive And the clothes he wears are torn Let the brass band play Let them soothe your blues away Let the fiddle