When I party, I party hearty Fun is on my mind Put a smile on your face Leave that bummer behind There's a sister and there's a brother Havin' fun with each other Daddy always hangs up the boys He just wants to party with mother

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh Baby's got a big red gun All I want is a big red gun I'm gonna shoot, shoot, shoot at the setting sun And all I want is a big red gun, I'm gonna shoot, shoot, shoot till the thrill is gone Brothers in arms who share my fears,

Help me polarize, help me polarize, help me out We have problems I wanted to be a better brother, better son My friends and I have problems Help me polarize, help me polarize, help me down Those stairs is where I'll be hiding all my problems My friends

Standing out in the rain Need to know if it's over Cause I would leave you alone Flooded with all this pain Knowing that I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm I know this isn't what I wanted I never thought it'd come this far Just thinking back

I want to go home Oh, how I want to go home I want to go home, yeah Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother And I dreamed about the girl who's

(Oh yeah, oh yeah) One love, one love, one love, one love She don't really care Oh yeah, oh yeah But she don't really care Diamonds in the air She grew up in Bronx She want them diamonds in her ear Watch your step brother

Sing me a swing song and let me dance Oh baby, I don't want Let me warn you in advance Mr. Trombone, play some corn I ain't carin' what notes Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn Brother, give me hot notes Any tune on a cello Give the rhythm men a chance

The dog days are over The dog days are done 'Cause here they come Can you hear the horses Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Can't carry it with you if you want to survive Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her,

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here