He wakes up every Sunday morning with a smile on his face

Today's the day he's always waitin' for

He cleans his bugle and packs it in it's case

He's in the Pittsville Drum and Bugle Corp

They've played every parade from here to Buffalo

Jay Cee's always ask 'em back for more

They know every football field everywhere they go

Pittsville Drum And Bugle Corp

Don't ask him what he's in this business for 

Everybody knows they don't get paid

When those girls stand along the street

And watch him marching by

Sometimes they smile and they wave

They practice every Thursday till the sun sets in the west

Fame and fortune isn't what they're lookin' for

They smile at one another 'cause they know that they're the best

Pittsville Drum And Bugle Corp 

You'll often see him in the music store

Playin' the one he'd like to own

And the old man in the back

Puts the music on the rack

And recalls the famous buglers he's known

He wakes up Monday morning

Feeling good about his life

Back from a three day county tour

Travelin' with a woman

That he hopes to make his wife

She's in the Pittsville Drum And Bugle Corp