Little boy in blue go grab your horn
it’s almost our turn to play.
Put away that game and come get in line
we really don’t have all day.

Button your jacket and fix your hair
yes, that’ll do just fine.
Wipe off your face and put on your hat
after you get rid of the grime.

Hurry up and let’s find them,
we can line up behind, then
sneak into our places in time.

No need to be nervous, it’s just a recital
what have you got to lose?
Straighten up and relax, it’s almost our turn.
Oh Good Grief, where are your shoes?