Parade Beat Breakdown
Three red fire trucks leading down the street
Stomping out a rhythm with our dusty feet
Mayor's throwing peppermint and caramel drops And the fire-siren wails but the
show never stops Here come the Shriners in their tiny cars Spinning
circles under paper stars (whoop!)
It's an eleven-minute parade
The greatest show that we ever made Fold-up chairs on the hot
concrete
Wave your flag to the marching beat Best day of the year
in Nebraska clay Don't you blink or it'll march away!
High school tuba playing out of key
Grandma waving from the canopy (hahaha) Uncle Earl is grilling by the
hardware store By eleven-fifteen it's a memory,
no more
It's an eleven-minute parade
The greatest show that we ever made Fold-up chairs on the hot
concrete
Wave your flag to the marching beat Best day of the year
in Nebraska clay Don't you blink or it'll march away!
Eleven minutes long!
(yeah!) And the fire trucks are gone