I Started Playing The Trumpet When I

Say A Prayer For The Pretender, Who Started Out So Young And Strong Only To Surrender.

Let The Music Keep Our Spirits High, Let The Buildings Keep Our Children Dry, Let Creation Reveal Its Secrets By And Bye.

The First To Come And The Last To Go, Working For That Minimum Wage.

Well, I'm A Standing On A Cornerin Winslow, Arizonaand Such A Fine Sight To See,it's A Girl, My Lord, In A Flatbed Fordslowin' Down To Have A Look At Me.

But When You Know That You've Got A Real Friend Somewhere, Suddenly All The Others Are So Much Easier To Bear.