Here are things you've heard before,
Turned out daily by the score,
Pretty rhymes you know
How gently on the ear
They bring a smile or bring a tear,
Do re mi fa mi re do.

When we go a-marching
Down thro' life and the Street,
O loud and free must the music be
With [the] tunes to match the feet.
Now a softer cadence,
Now we change the key,
Just to stage a come-back
To the main strain of our glee.
So if you'd go a-marching
To fortune or to Fame,
Perhaps the safest way's to play the same old, same old game.

Tunes we've often heard before,
Snatches of a dozen more,
Jingles row on row,
When borne upon the ear,
They bring a smile or bring a blear,
Do re me fa me re do.

When we go a-marching
Down the aisle or the Street,
O nice and sweet must the music bleat,
With [the] time to match the feet.
Now a softer cadence,
Now we change the key,
Just to stage a comeback
To the nice key of our glee.

So if you'd go a-marching
To Fortune or to Fame,
The safest way's to play the same old, same old game.

Hola ! Huzza ! Je ne sais pas !