[Verse 1]
When it's your own college band
Isn't it great, isn't it grand?
What if they flat every note?
Feel the immense, tense lump in your throat?

[Verse 2]
And as they come marching by
There is a proud gleam in your eye
The dismal din of drum and cymbal crashes
Might just as well be somebody hauling ashes
But isn't it great, isn't it grand
When it's your own college band?

[Verse 1]
When it's your own college band
Isn't it great, isn't it grand? (Grand, grand)
What if they flat every note?
Feel the immense, tensе lump in your throat?

[Verse 2]
And as they come marching by
Therе is a proud gleam in your eye
The dismal din of drum and cymbal crashes
Might just as well be somebody hauling ashes
But isn't it great (It's great, it's great, and)
Isn't it grand (It's grand, so grand)
When it's your own (It's your own, your very own)
Your very own (When it's your own, your very, very, own)
When it's your own college band?