dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
darkness I've been waiting for the call Chorus: We'll go marching in the night parade We'll be marching in the night parade I combed the streets like
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead Blinking neon penny arcade A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade A newsboy on the corner Singing
They'll have to seek another dream to surprise With desperate lies As we parade, far from these streets
't you follow me down to the rose parade? Won't you follow me down to the rose parade? Won't you follow me down to the rose parade? Trumpet has obviously
So we split to nail a rumor About some work in New Orleans A twenty fed the tank Two bucks fed the band Maybe we could make it Down in jambalaya band
Brave We're in the band....We're in the band... Horizon Bound. Forever, horizon bound [Chorus] We're in the band...We're in the band Drawing lines
Parade" Sometimes I get the feeling She's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go And through it all, the rise and fall The bodies in the streets
around But I sure am a sight for sore, sore eyes Walk me down the middle of Main Street Walk me down where the whole town will be I don't need no parade
flash sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade With the black spades Courvoisier spillin' on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs with his private bands
Drivin' down the street today I saw a sign for lemonade They were the cutest kids I'd ever seen in this front yard As they handed me my glass, smilin'
Here they come down main street Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar! Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin' And the Vanguards and
track Nobody's gonna get their hands on the plans we made And nobody's gonna rain on our parade Well there's a red light blinking on an empty street
are moving too fast Put your money down and we'll make it last By dawn we'll be out of here The marching band play for the families Through the streets
Nino, walking around on Sunday Nino, just one more kid in L.A. With a hubcap and a stick in his hand In his own parade, leading the band His head in the
Taylor Do believe I'm gonna clap my hands Think I might tap my feet Put together a one man band Take a walk on down the street Have a one man parade
dresses and rhinestone rings Drinking up the band's beers Young love was kissing under bridges Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes And we were walking down Main Street
