Testi:
Fiddle Marching Band

fiddle back in tune" The devil grabbed the golden fiddle out of Johnny's hand and said "Though I'm the fiddle player underground and I walk upon the

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

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

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