What a punter feels for winners
A bridegroom for his bride,
Politicians for their pensions
Footy players for their side.
A bikie for his new ‘wheels’
Conservationists for the trees,
Is what tuba players feel about
Their precious ‘Double B’s’.
They never play Glissandos
They seldom play a trill,
To play a little solo is an extra special thrill.
They never get a seat ‘up front’
(They’re stuck back near the drums)
But they love their dented Tubas
More than mothers love their sons !
They “Oom Pah Pah” without complaint
They sweat out in the sun,
Blowing the Brass Band version
Of a battered petrol drum.
It takes an eight hour working day
To polish all the parts,
Yet, instead of admiration
What they mostly get is laughs.
But if at some Band playout
The Tubas fail to show,
No matter how the rest may play
Farewell the status quo!
For they do support the drums,
And they do provide the weight,
So here’s to every ‘Double B’
Keep blowing, “Good On Yer Mate” !
Geoff Butler – © 2011