O Bass Trombone, O Bass Trombone,
I love your rich and fruity tone;
Your biting rasp; sonorous groan,
You stand majestic or alone.
Should you perchance be overblown,
This causes frailer souls to moan
That they'd prefer the sousaphone!
But I shall never cease to own
My love for you,
O Bass Trombone.
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