Now is the time for all good men
To come to the aid of their old party.
The quick brown fox and the Boston Sox
The Halls of Montezuma.
The nation of the brave and true,
Of symphony and pas de deux
And seafood stew and cheese fondue
And that means me and you.
It's a nation of splendor and pizazz
And boffo lollapalooza
Of hullabaloo and razzmatazz
All expressed by John Philip Sousa
Chorus:Here's to
Hurrah for the Stars and the Stripes
And for polka dots and plaids and for zigzag
For the red and the white and the blue
And also for tasteful pastels
Hurrah for all novellists too
And those in the literary endeavor
Including all of our editors
Who revise our lines so as to make them clear for you the reader.
And Lutherans of every Synod.
And the tavern on Main Street
And all of the guys who are in it.
The dairy farmers at sundown
The football players on the ground
Your uncle Russ who lives in town
Gets his clothes at the Lost & Found.
It's a nation of Lake Wobegons
And bands marching into the stadium
And the girls twirling giant batons
And the homecoming queen looking radiant.
Chorus:
Hurrah for the Stars and the Stripes
And for ovals, triangles, and circles
Rectangles of every kind
And also parallelograms.
And the people who live on the flats
Where the water stands when it is raining
And to all those who live on slopes
If you're inclined, we hope you find it entertaining.